World Thickest Book Novels & Stories

Third Person's POV The Astral Planet is a world where monsters roam freely. A place where they throw the worst of the worse. A complete opposite of the Celestial Planet, which can be described as an ethereal or sacred world. Within its dangerous and toxic territory, there stands its only Kingdom. Where even the meanest monster strays away from this place, making it a safe zone to live. They aren't avoiding it because of the strong energy emitting from the land but rather they are afraid of its ruler, the Dark Queen.

Evelyn slumped with a contented sigh into the sofa, grateful to be off her feet. As the music swelled into the room, Andrew glanced at the occasional table beside him at her stacks of books. “History of Modern Aeronautics. Works of Michelangelo. Scripta Minoa. I’ve no idea what that even is. Is this your light reading?” he asked teasingly. “Those are the ones I’ve finished and need to return to the library. The other stack are the ones I still have to read.” “I’m deeply impressed. I have no such spectrum of interest.”

"It's just… flying that far is gonna take forever. What if we die from the heat before we even get there?" I sighed. "Forget it. Maybe I should just call Raven and try to work with her." Before Blazewing could answer, I picked up my phone and dialed her number. Her voice came sharp and mocking. "What, can't handle the heat anymore? Finally coming to beg me?" I quickly explained, "The temperature's rising all over the world. The glaciers at the South Pole are probably gone by now. You've seen how much it's been raining lately." "So what? What's that got to do with me?" she shot back, totally indifferent.

"All three books are the only copy of their kind present in the whole world. Some of the books contained information that can solve every in the world. Be it cure to any or any affairs of the world. Jacquard, being one of the best translators but wasn't even the chance to showcase that to the world, always believe he could read books and translate them well without error. He looked at the names of the three volumes that had been stolen from the library. " Run a correlation on three books," Jack said. "Each is printed On paper made of cotton fibers and contains more than one hundred fifty and fewer than two hundred pages. Their average sentence length lies between-"

He asks with something in his voice I can't quite identify. "You don't know." I say with a slight chuckle in my voice. "Just pick one." I watch idle as he sifts through all the books until he picks one. House of Earth and Blood by Sarah J Maas. "That is one of my favourite books. Although I might just be biased because I love her writing." I lean back in the chair with a satisfied look on my face. "What makes you love someone's writing?" He sits back in his chair and looks at me curiously.

What other response could she give to a face like that? “Here’s the world book! Let me know if you need anything else!” A thick book appeared in front of them. The cream hardcover shone like the surface of a pearl. The letters and edges appeared as though they were lined with gold foil. It was the most exquisite book she had ever laid eyes on, much less touch. What story could it possibly contain? 'My True Soulmate.’

Still in shape, preserved where time never runs to eat and fade everything away. Winona draws a cunning smile on her face, as she said. “Still as pristine. I wonder if that book is still in here.” She teasingly thought. Knew and all along that the book that she means is still placed and secure within the protection of the library. The book that she loves to read from way past and always, the only book that contains the information of the seven existing worlds. “Seven deadly sins, seven worlds, and the seven books. Maybe I’ll spare a little time to read it again.”

Hyun asked. "Well, for this book, I have to say that it's really business driven. They wanted me to come up with another book very quickly. I figured that the best way to do that was to get inspirations from different people's experiences and work on whatever I got from them. A little twist on this, some exaggeration on that. That's how I did the story. But of course, every adjustment had to make sense and that's were the harder part came," Cela explained. "So you mean, this novel is purely fictional?" he asked.

"Do you know what this is?" Samuel and Lu Ruoxin looked over at the same time and saw that the sweeping old man was holding an extremely worn-out sheepskin book in his hand. The dust on it and the old book were connected together, making the book look like a pile of sand. "A million years ago, in the war between immortals and demons, all living creatures were plunged into misery and the people were homeless. However, in the Easternmost Continent of Eight Direction World, it was like a peach source to avoid wars. The main reason was that it was located in a remote place. More importantly, there was a top master, Taoshou Venerable, living in the Easternmost Continent at that time."

"Why is it expensive?" "No, it was in high demand." Alkhun looks at the book. It was almost like his first copy of it. Red cover, with the name of it. Written in bold letters. Alkhun was fascinated by the book ever since he first read it. It was the myth of the west. The myth about a tower, once hidden deep in the west. Where it is located, the structure, the system, the connection between worlds. Everything was written in detail. It was suffocating how fascinating whats that book has to offer. Like a gateway through the other dimension, that gives you goosebumps.