Worst Book Titles Novels & Stories

I said firmly convinced myself. My hands were still shaking erratically as I started typing. The title I made up at that time was 'werewolf', so I deleted it again because I wasn't sure about that title. I have to think of something new for my book. I had to get my book to be accepted by the editor immediately without any negative drama. I got up and held my forehead, thinking aloud what title would be suitable for my book. My eyes turned to the backyard; the green pine forest is still the best view I've seen so far. I screamed in frustration because I could not bear to go back into the woods.

Looks like I've learned another lesson to the saying; don't judge the book by its title. Even with the flaw in my codename, The Seven Sins of Underground Society sounds great and is not horrible to listen to. It's amusing to consider that whoever it was that I had attempted to drive away at the time would still be my buddies. There's nothing wrong with being weird; they might even be weirdos. My pals could even infect me without my knowledge. Nice ... I can call one of my pals.

CAMILLA This book is stupid! This is crap! So Carly ends up with Ramsey? A guy that killed her dad? Bullshit! I said it before, this story is pathetic and it does NOT make sense at all! A complete waste of time! Someone please bribe this writer to stop writing! This must be the worst book of all time! I would pay to have this book and the stupid writer wiped off from the face of the earth! This book should be crowned the worst book of all time.

she gives me a warm smile and just shakes her head before she nods and turns back to placing the books on the shelves. I quickly come across a book on bonds, but it takes me ages to find one about demons. I search through every book and shelf until, finally, at the very top, I spot a small, extremely dusty book. Although it doesn’t explicitly say “demons,” its title, “Monsters of Our World,” is the closest I can find.

I leaned in,my voice jovial as I spoke to Eric while seated at the table "I mean, have you ever noticed how some words just sound wrong when you say them out loud? Like 'Chthonic ' or ‘Cacophony'?" Eric chuckled, nodding in agreement. "Totally! And don't even get me started on 'phlegm'." I giggled. "Right? It's like our brains are lying to us or something" As we laughed, Eric pointed to the bookshelf behind us. "Speaking of weird words, have you seen the title of the author's latest book? 'A Whispering Wisteria'?" "Ooh, that sounds interesting! I love wisteria, it's such a hidden gem. And that title is bomb! Makes me want to flip through the pages so badly”

“It literally means that happy people read and drink coffee. If you’re here I’m sure you could use a little happiness in your life, am I wrong?” Later I found out that the sentence Keelan had told me in French was the title of his favorite book. I did accept his invitation to drink a coffee and four dates later we were officially a couple. He loved to say that I made him wait unnecessarily but I simply didn’t want to repeat the same mistake that I had made in my previous relationship. The guy I dated before Keelan always complained that I wasn’t the clingy type of girlfriend which he apparently liked. He couldn’t understand that I would need to have some space from time to time to be on my o

I begin scanning titles desperately, hoping to find something useful. Maybe something like: How To Stop Embarrassing Yourself By Flirting With Straight Men. Or perhaps: Self-Control: Please, For The Love Of God. Nothing. Not even close. I feel deeply offended. There is absolutely a market for those books. I cannot possibly be the only person suffering from this very specific life crisis. Rachel drifts down the aisle behind me, pretending to browse

I dump my bag on the floor and read through the shelf while pulling books out and mumble as I go. ‘Even a book can be dangerous in the wrong hands.’ ‘Ignite.’ ‘Hell is empty and all the devils are here.’ ‘You’ll make bad choices. Sometimes you’ll choose the best of bad ones.’ ‘Tuesday is Fucked.’ ‘Everything’s a game. And now it’s your turn.’ I have a stack of about 10 books before I abruptly stop. "Next isle." I say and we walk up and down the library isles. I climb and jump to get books off of shelves and Aidan has to catch me a couple of times when I fell.

It was cluttered with books and materials of all sorts. Several opened books were scattered on the computer table, with red marks and notes scrawled across the pages. Someone had been studying very hard there. Nathan slowly walked over and flipped through the books. Psychology? He frowned as he took in the room. He saw a lot of books on the shelf that didn't belong to him. His gaze was locked on the titles. "Best Ways to Handle Toxic People". "The Key to Overcoming Nasty People" "Foundations of Psychology" Nathan's lips curled slightly as a smirk played on his face.

Something is suspicious about this. The last time I remembered, I stumbled upon a novel. It was an ad that I accidentally clicked which leads me to read chapter one. When I glanced at the book title, I got hooked. Well, who wouldn't get hooked if the title is ‘In the name of a psychopath.’ Because of that title, I immediately got hooked and read chapter one. While reading, I seemed to stumble upon the same name as mine. However, I didn't pay attention to it since it happened sometimes and she wasn't an important character anyway.