World Stories Book Novels & Stories

His hands felt weak, and his legs seemed ready to collapse to the ground. "I can't believe this. How could this happen? How long has it been since the book I hold glowed like this? Such things only happened back when my ancestors were still alive," he thought to himself. He knew the origin of the book in his hands and its purpose. Inside it were recorded all the events that had ever occurred across the entire world, even in the realm of the gods. And he also knew that the appearance of this strange book was a sign that everything happening in the world would change the history of the Xiwang world. Whether it was good or bad, he didn’t know yet, but it was clear that it would bring a new ligh

Let's go eat before the food gets cold“ *screen zooms at the very last page of the bool* A book is not just a piece of paper. It is a whole new world. A different dimension. A teacher that would show you things and teach you. A friend that would comfort you and save you. A vehicle that would bring you to a far far away land without even moving from where you are. Just like a journey filled with thousands of different car. Going to various of places that is very far. Is it a world just like what we have now? Is it a world filled with monsters and enemy? Or perhaps a fantasy world filled with creatures that you can never see in your everyday life? No one would know unless they find it for th

I thought we would continue living happily together, but it seemed like God didn't want my life to be smooth sailing. While my parents were on a business trip, they got into an accident and died on the spot. The company's stocks tumbled overnight. Once the Smiths went bankrupt, I was thrown out of the house by wicked relatives. Then, I got my leg broken and my eyes injured by thugs. When I was deep in despair, I suddenly thought of Joey's smile. However, when I arrived at Joey's place, I saw her and Marcus having a heart-to-heart talk, tears welling up in their eyes. I finally understood everything.

I begin my first journal entry. April 26h 2023 In the beginning, there was a world unlike any other. It was a world of magic and mystery, of beauty and terror, a world where anything could happen and anyone could achieve greatness. But as with all great things, there came a time when the balance was upset and the forces of darkness threatened to engulf all that was good and pure. This is the story of that world and the people who fought to save it. It is a tale of heroes and villains, of love and loss, of triumph and tragedy. It is a tale of hope and despair, of courage and cowardice, of secrets and revelations.

" I walked off without a backwards glance at anyone knowing this was really big news to everyone even my family. I kept all this to myself for five years because I wasn't ready to share my story but now I am and I have. I had just stepped out of the room when I heard River's roar and an answering one from my father and brothers. Well, not my problem anymore... *** Everyone sat with mouths wide open, tears trailing down their faces or rage bubbling in their chests. No one expected this and it hit them harder than they ever expected. How can something so perfect be ruined by the injustice of life. Paying for the consequences and sins of your leaders is really a pain in the add but that is just

I could feel him open up to me upon hearing my confession. “Believe me…” I murmured. “I know better than anyone how you must feel.” He gazed at me. “It’s no way to live, isn’t it?” I huffed a short, awkward laugh in response, focusing my full attention back on stacking the books. This time, the titles caught my attention, ranging from the history of our kingdom to the customs, cultures, and histories of our neighbors: the Vixens and the Bear-Shifters. And then there was one book in particular about something that I had never heard of before… nothing like anything Father ever discussed or that I’d read of in fairytales.

Bella I feel like a lost child seeking help, but there's no one out there who could possibly save me. The world looks scarier than it was before, and I see nothing except its dark side. These aren’t just thoughts; they’re my reality. I'm afraid, not only because of Alex's absence but because my baby, who did nothing wrong, might end up living without a father. As I was walking across the silent road, I suddenly lost my balance. I tried to keep myself standing, but I didn’t have the energy. Just when I felt like I was going to completely fall, I suddenly felt the warmth of someone's arms catching me, and then everything went blurry.

Rosa smiled, her smile fake and distant "Maybe they were listening to our conversation yesterday. About the books, you know, I would love your children to be avid readers” Nicolas's face brightened a little. "Did you finish the one you were reading last night?" He asked taking a sip of his coffee. "Yes. It was beautiful. I really enjoyed it, besides, I am happy with it and with everything. A really good romance book. I never knew you knew how to read books like that." Rosa took a sip of her coffee. "Do you have any other recommendations?" Nicolas sat down across from her. "There's this one about a woman who travels through different worlds. Each world has its own rules and magic. The world a

At first, one voice. Then another. A child from a distant planet imagined a garden between the stars. An old scholar imagined a library containing the history of both universes. A healer imagined a sanctuary. A traveler imagined roads connecting worlds. An artist imagined cities filled with colors that had never existed. A soldier imagined a future without another war. Millions of people answered. The Interworld stopped expanding. Liana felt their dreams enter it. The emptiness began changing. Gardens appeared. Cities. Libraries.

Alie The invitation says Conversation on Story: Building Worlds for Real Life which is the kind of title that makes you feel smart while you drink tea out of a paper cup and pretend the folding chair isn’t a folding chair. The bookstore is small, all honeyed wood and lamps that try to be kind. Someone strung twinkle lights between nonfiction and essays, like stars got cozy in the ceiling.