Novel & Cerita Weird Novels

It Was something science couldn't explain so she termed it as bullshit. Now, she knows better than call that bullshit. She wouldn't be surprised if there existed those magical creatures written in those paranormal novels like vampires, werewolves and witches among others. After her rebirth, She came to understand that there's some truth in those fantasy novels she used to read in the past. In the past, They were meant to entertain her, loving how those author's imagination would run wild.Well the only problem She had back then with those novels were waiting for their daily update, it was a pain in the ass for her.

Any resemblance to actual person, living or dead, or actual events are purely coincidental. This book may not reproduced in any material form or transmitted to any persons without the permission of the author. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It contains the otherworldly imaginations of the author about zombie apocalypse, magical illusions and over-exaggerated scenes that may not suitable to your taste. The plots of indirect discrimination may trigger your annoyance but it is just purely for entertainment purpose. Novelcat : https://www.novel-cat.com/bookDetail/13580755020

“Do you find these books a little strange?” Alice turned and looked at Xander “I feel the same way!” Alice answered, because it was a little strange. The house they enter has a lot of dust, even for the bed, they have to clean the downstairs which is full of dust. And finding that the books on the second floor were clean made them a little suspicious. That means, before them there must be someone else who entered this house. But because she felt it was not too dangerous, Alice turned back to the pages of the books that were open. Alice stared at the title,--'IMMALITY'—Alice frowned. He reads the book

I felt the falling temperature as well and noticed that there must something terrible happened, so I said to her: "Well, Miss Isabella, if it's hard to say you could just ignore me will be alright." Isabella, who had been silent at first, suddenly interrupted me, then changed back to her sloppy appearance at the beginning and said: "Weirdness is the result of the unwillingness of people after death, the spiritual wisdom born after a hundred years of immortality, and the rumours spread by word of mouth. In the final analysis, weirdness is the existence of hatred and resentment, do you understand, little cutie."

I was a CEO. I felt like strange things kept happening to me as of late. I noticed that a woman kept showing up everywhere I went. Of course, I was an extremely handsome, wealthy, and talented billionaire. It was only natural for me to be surrounded by women of all sorts. But that woman was different. Why? Well, I'd never met such an oddball in my entire life. She tripped over nothing and fell right in front of me on her first day of work. The coffee she was holding ended up splashing all over my suit.

Can't this day become a little less adventurous. AUTHOR'S NOTE -. Hello guys, first of all, thank you to everyone reading this story. I would love to know your views on this book, 'the pack's weirdo: a mystery to unveil.' It would be great if you would take a few minutes from your schedule and post some comments or reviews. It would really be a huge morale booster for me to continue writing. Thank you

I didn't want to have breakfast for fear of running into Darick. The door creaked as I turned the knob and entered the library. Dust particles still floated in the air, and I could barely see with the dimly lit chancellors. I walked down the aisles, holding my nose as the smell of musk filled my nostrils. I skimmed my fingers over the hardback books. Hmm, ‘Chronicles of the Blood Brothers.’ No, I don't want to read about the Blood Brothers' history. What's this? ‘Understanding your Supernatural Abilities.’

The gaps between entries got longer and longer, and he complained more and more about all the time he lost to his debilitating moods. The only thing that seemed to lift his spirits was finding a certain specialist bookseller. Matthew had continued to collect rare books on the occult, and he was always looking for book shops to sell the paper he wrote on the ancient forest. This bookseller not only took several copies of his paper, he also sold Matthew a unique grimoire by an unknown author. The grimoire fascinated Matthew, and he made notes on it in his journal. Sally couldn’t understand much of what he wrote, but she found one entry, towards the end of the journal, very interesting:

“What’s wrong with you two? One spacing out, the other crying like crazy?” Yvonne sniffled. “Waaah, the female lead died of cancer! Why do novels always go with car accidents, cancer, and long-lost siblings?! So annoying!” Goselle comforted her. “It’s cliché, but at least it’s better than mine. Mine’s so boring.” Then she turned to me. “What about you? You’ve been reading forever and you’re still on page two?” I closed the book. “Mine’s not good either.”

Not the terrifying intensity underneath every joke that made my chest tighten whenever he got too quiet. But acknowledging it would mean acknowledging myself too. And I wasn't ready for that. So instead, I grabbed another tray of drinks and pretended my life wasn't slowly turning into a terrible decision wrapped in tension and stolen midnight fucks with a much younger man. "Lilith." I froze slightly. Oh fuck.