Novel & Cerita Weirdest Books Ever

Rachel asked, seeing how dusty the book was. "I don't," he replied. "And why is that?" She asked. "The books here are powerful, they were some that can drag the life out of you, there are some that can make the reader run mad, there are some that gives the reader a strange feel, there are some that kills the reader after three days of reading, they are some that can possess the minds of the readers," he explained. "Only the heir is allowed to know which book is which and after my father watched his subject run mad and die mysteriously because they disobeyed his order of opening the book rather than just cleaning it, he shut the library and I did the same," he went on.

Day 23. I had stayed up all the night with the book. It was the oddest book I had ever seen. I sat at my desk in my small room, and carefully opened the black book. It was the most confusing thing I had ever seen but yet I had been savagely drawn to it, like it held some sort of secrets I was supposed to uncover.

Aesthelia stated with seriousness, she is determined to know. Flo started telling Aesthelia basic information about the guy. Apparently, the guy was a werewolf merchant who travelled from places to places. He was detained for the purpose of spreading false information and selling an odd book, a quite ridiculous story that made one wolf file for cases. "An odd book, you say?" Aesthelia repeated the words that caught her attention. An odd book? Just the sound of it made Aesthelia think it was important information. "Based on the rumors, it was a ridiculous novel-the truth is, it was vague about whether it was fiction or non-fiction. " Flo mumbled with no certainty. He's spouting everything he

It was a large hall and it was filled to the brim with books and paintings of different kinds. Chandeliers fit into the ceiling were the only sources of light in the whole room. I browsed the bookshelves, my eyes widening as I caught sight of a book about how to permanently trap a werewolf in their animal form. I’d barely put that one down before I noticed another that was about how to hunt and kill werewolves with abilities. “How come I’ve never heard about books like this?” I asked. “Are any of these even legal?” He chuckled lightly, “they’re called secrets for a reason Luna. And that’s why they are locked up in here.

For a second, I’m tempted, but then another wave of heat erupts in my chest, and I lose my nerve. “Tell me about the other books,” I say instead. “The other books?” I nod. And as I tuck my knees to my chest and wind my free arm around my knees, breathing through the stuffiness that’s getting more unbearable by the minute, I listen to the most garbled plot summaries I’ve ever heard in my entire life. “Okay. See, there’s this one with a man and his nephew. And they journey to the center of the earth. And there are dinosaurs. And a tornado? Shit—” The brow furrows again. “It might have been a tsunami. Something like that.”

Alpha Sebastian's pack owned the oldest and largest library in our realm; surely they had records about Capris Coven. With renewed excitement, I grabbed the book and hurried back to my room. I settled into a cozy chair, eager to dive into its pages. However, my enthusiasm quickly turned to surprise when I discovered that the book was filled with cartoon illustrations instead of the detailed history I expected. My initial disappointment soon faded into curiosity—perhaps this unusual style was an attempt to make history more engaging. I spent the next half hour reading intently, only to find that the book repeated what I already knew: Capris Coven were giants with special powers who had myster

Chapter 42 Nightmare An hour has passed ever since she arrived at the library reading the pile of books she had randomly chosen, and half of it was strangely about werewolves while the other half is about some kind of diary. For the past hour, she realized that this pile of books was either true or was here just for fun. But knowing Nicholas as the uptight boss to others and the big puppy to her, she can’t think that this is some type of joke. The things written inside sounded so credible after some of them wrote down facts that are known to humans. And if it's not it, the one who wrote this must have been trolling.

"You’re not done. Now sort the books by how interesting the titles sound." I spun around. "You’re kidding, right?" He gave a smug grin. "Call it a test of your intellectual instincts." Rolling my eyes so hard it nearly caused whiplash, I started pulling books off the shelf and organized them into very important categories: "Billionaire Brainwashing" (titles like How to Win at Negotiations, Stock Market Secrets—snoozefest.) "Mildly Interesting" (like The Psychology of Power—kind of creepy, but curious.)

before entering another room filled with machines. “What is this?” Eva asked giving the book to Everest. “This was brought to the library just recently, it’s called ‘The birth of disaster’.”

Damn, Freckles. The first book I pulled out was called “Images You Should Not Masturbate To”. I snorted, flipping through a couple of pages and shaking my head. That sarcastic streak of hers ran deep. I grabbed another, the title catching my eye: “How to Traumatize Your Children: 7 Proven Methods to Help You Screw Up Your Kids Deliberately and with Skill.” I let out a short laugh, one that came from somewhere I’d almost forgotten existed. Then there were the others—Fancy Coffins to Make Yourself, Do-It-Yourself Coffins for Pets and People, and, for good measure, How to Raise Your IQ by Eating Gifted Children. I shook my head, glancing back at her still sleeping form.