Worst Book Ever Novels & Stories

"How to Win and Argument Without Throwing a Punch." I exhaled through my nose hard. "He never finished that one..." She slid her finger to the next. "Betting against Rowan Pierce: A Historical Account of Poor Decisions." "That one..." I said, rolling my eyes, "He actually wrote..." "Of course he did." Savannah flashed a grin and kept scanning, "The Alpha's Bad Moods and How to Survive Them." I stared at her, my eyes flicking to the shelf. "That book doesn't exist." Savannah pulled it out, tapping the cover.

A twenty-one-year-old student crushing on the thirty-something librarian who probably saw me as just another noisy undergrad. But here I was, down in the basement stacks at almost eleven, surrounded by dusty shelves and dim overhead lights. Mr. Kane had come down to help me find one last obscure history text. We were deep in the back when everything went black. The lights cut out with a loud pop. The air conditioning hummed to a stop. Total silence. “Shit,” I muttered, gripping the book in my hands tighter. “Power outage?” Mr. Kane’s voice came from a few feet away, calm as always. “Looks like it. The whole building probably. Stay still for a second. Don’t trip over the carts.”

How worse can my situation ever be. *****************************

I can't live my school because it's the only school that get dark-side books in it's library in my town New Orleans. I frequently used to go to library to read about story life of past oracles so I went against Mr John's advice by sneaking into the library to read my favourites untill I was banned not to enter the library anymore. Even though I was banned but he had forgotten that I borrowed a book from the library weeks ago which happened to be the darkest one called The Black Cults because I was eager to know how the black cults kill the Viper in that book.

Megaara walked over to his with a glass of water and joined him by leaning against the wall to stare at the busy stage. He knew what she said was true, but he also knew this was her attempt at making him feel better about himself. This simple book alone was responsible for the horrible life he had. The book that made his pack detest him and abandon him. The book that made him 'abnormal'. An 'abomination' to the werewolf community. Looking back toward the stage he finds the elders reciting verses off the said book in ancient wolvish, stretching out their hands at Hades who sat on a throne at the perfect center under the pale circle of light emitted by the vibrant full moon.

Ever has no notion that this place was ours and sacred to us. "This was this girl that I met at work, and she loved books so much, and then a thought slipped into my mind, telling myself that maybe I could restore this one and gift it to her—but I have second thoughts, you know," Ever said, his gaze stuck to the ceiling. "Because this library had a horrible past... yet I also considered removing that tragic occurrence by creating happy memories with her in this place. I just don't like how this once seemed beautiful place was neglected." He continued, returning his focus to mine.

I even always had warm milk waiting when she needed a quick pick-me-up. He added, "I feel like a complete monster." My hand flew to my mouth immediately and stopped my cry from becoming audible. This was absurd. I could barely believe what was happening, but it was happening. The fact that this was my reality nearly drowned me in a wave of agony. He tore my manuscript up because of my advice. My hands had once saved countless broken families, but now the same hands were showing my husband the best way to shred my heart apart in the last days of his life.

It wasn't the right book. I was even more hated to realize that all those who have already been invoked could very well have been smart enough to write down step by step how to bring others. And that my book was not the only manuscript in the world capable of releasing demons on earth. I almost fainted by the sudden pressure drop, trying to focus on the fact that destroying the book was still the easiest way to extinguish at once all the demons that ascended to the earth through it.

“You did nothing wrong.” Her pulse refused to slow. The Northern Wolves. The book. She had taken it without understanding why, back when escape had been all instinct and terror. Taken it from Lucian’s study, heart racing as if it already knew it mattered. It told a history Wildbourne never taught. Wolves as balance. Hunters as something broken long ago. Some nights she believed it completely. Other nights, she feared it was dangerous just to read. It had become Ever’s favourite story. Now she knelt in the sandpit, holding Ever close, eyes darting as the ground beneath them seemed to hum.

Ever since it was justified that the world is round, I started listing the groups of people in this universe that I don't really need to deal with during my not-so-intriguing lifetime. First, STRANGERS. I blinked my eyes twice, trying to convince my self that it's not really happening, that I bumped my head on the wall or something, and everything's just a hallucination. Okay, okay. Breathe in. Breathe out. "Miss, ah, can you move a little? My position is quite uncomfortable. You see, I'm pregnant."