Zapped Book Novels & Stories

"Shut up! Give me another idea. I don't like your suggestion." [Just try it, man. I'll send some books to you. Zach will bring it. Give me fifteen—] I ended the call without letting him finish. I sucked my breath and sat on the sofa. Damn! Will his idea work? Unconsciously, I was waiting for Zach in the living area and when he came, he handed me a box full of books and it was all erotic novels. Damn Scott! I chewed my lower lip as I picked one novel that seemed more decent than the other books. I ran my gaze through the title as Zach left after I told him to.

Deep down, a voice kept warning me that there was no way things would be this simple. And sure enough, it wasn’t. Perhaps because of the constant cycle of scorching heat and deadly cold, the sky suddenly began pouring corrosive acid rain. The storm instantly extinguished the fragile hope people only just regained. So, the disappearance of the zombies really had been connected to this rain. To test how dangerous it was, I once tossed a piece of raw meat outside. The moment it touched the rain, white smoke immediately began rising from its surface. Within moments, the meat completely dissolved into a puddle of bloody sludge.

’ He growls. I might try to sleep on it… Although there’s not a part of me that wants to sleep, not knowing where she is or how she is… I’m drifting off into a troubled sleep when I’m snapped awake by someone mind linking me. ‘Zed?’ It’s Kash. ‘Yeah?’ I reply. ‘There isn’t anything in the books regarding a cure, but the third book has a passage which is insinuating destruction...’ He hesitates and trails off. ‘Spit it out!’ I snarl dangerously.

Hence, she put it back in its spot among other dusty books and walked to another shelf. She came across a couple of other books but she knew none of them will give her any information on what she sought after; ‘Moon Goddess' Mate’ by U. Tipper, ‘The Hybrid's special Guide’ by L. O. Klark, ‘Tribid Greed’ by Steve Reynolds, and a lot of other books.

“Like what? My magic is being blocked. Do you see the size of this man? I can’t believe you managed to get the girl from him to begin with.” “He snuck up while we were otherwise occupied, kicked me silly in the temple, and then made off with my woman,” Rex vehemently explained. “We need her,” Baelil insisted as he ignored the implications of his cowardice in Rex’s explanation. “She could be the answer to the zombie virus.” “She has no answers for you. You’re barking up the wrong tree,” Rex bellowed. “There’s a machine that can pull memories from someone that go as far back as the womb…” Baelil managed to say before Rex stopped him by raising his hand.

"We, Amira and I just came here because of some random link." "Someone, unknown give me a link cause my professor that time has confiscated the book. The story we're at right now. This book. And then I wanted to finish it but I don't have the book anymore. I tried searching to websites about the book but I can't find any. I have forgotten the author's name. But then someone gave it to me. I thought it was just a joke but when I opened it, it is for the book but it's not the continuation. When I click into something, my room suddenly filled with blinding light and then I came here, meeting Zeke." I explained. Cassandra's face shows how much she's confuse about the situation right now. Well, i

In the end, the inquisitive one won but first, I listened for footsteps and when I could make out none, I got off the bed and went for the book, flicking its first page open. The only person who could give me a book was Zena but it was also weird, what kind of book it was. It wasn’t the usual one we both read and enjoyed. It was some sort of self-help book and its title was even more weird. “Kicking trauma’s butt with style!”

Various theories have the library being built there by aliens, by a civilization ten thousand years old, or by a race of vampires. Caitlin let the book fall from her lap, her mouth open in shock, and it landed with a thump on the floor. She sat straight up, feeling a jolt. She suddenly felt wide awake, as if she had just lost all sense of time and place. She picked the book up again, her throat dry, and read the words again and again, desperately, like a castaway starving for water.

He must know for sure now that she was lying. “It has your name in it. It is yours, right?” She nodded, surveying it. It was all there. She had forgotten about it. “There were some loose pages. I gathered them all up and put them back in. I hope I got them all,” he said. “You did,” she said softly, touched, embarrassed. “I followed the trail of pages, and the funny thing is….they lead me down the alley.” She continued to look down at the book, refusing to make eye contact.

Caitlin nearly lunged across the room, grabbing the book and holding it up to the candlelight with shaking hands. Please God, let this be it, she thought. She pulled back the cover and nervously flipped to the title page: De Fascino Libri Tres. Her heart flooded with relief. She could hardly believe it. She had actually found it. Caitlin quickly thumbed through the pages, going as fast as she could to the missing page. Please, please be there. Please be the matching page. She started to worry about what she would do if the matching page weren’t there. Or if this was all a hoax. She was shaking with anticipation as she got closer. 530, 532….