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Last Updated : 2025-02-22
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'The library is forbidden after dark!' But for Deborah Waters, an adventurous teenager and aspiring journalist, the thrill of the unknown is simply irresistible. As she navigates the challenges of settling into a new town and school, she can’t help but be drawn to the whispers of the library’s hidden secrets. With each step into the shadows, she uncovers spine-tingling tales that promise to reveal more than just stories—they hold the key to mysteries waiting to be unraveled. Will Deborah’s daring curiosity lead her to thrilling discoveries, or will she find herself entangled in a web of danger? Join her on this gripping journey where every page turned could be a step into the unknown!
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Bloody Tales Generosasis: The Chosen
I had been in Generosasis for two months now, and this was a long time for one to stop being a stranger. Ace and I hadn't spoken since the last fight between Heather and me. Did I feel a type of way? Yes. The silence between us felt like a chasm, and every time I saw him in the hallway, I felt a pang of regret. It was as if we were two planets in orbit, drawn together yet destined to remain apart. "Deborah, you okay?" Seb asked, pulling me from my thoughts as we walked through the school courtyard. His voice was warm, a stark contrast to the coldness I felt from Ace. Seb had been my anchor in this new environment, always ready with a friendly smile or a word of encouragement, a clear opposite of his brother. "Yeah, just... thinking," I replied, glancing toward Ace, who was standing with a group of friends, chatting away as if I didn't exist. But what caught my attention was how different he seemed. I felt a pang of confusion. He was standing with a group of friends, laughing and
Last Updated : 2025-02-22Bloody Tales Fists Fly, Foes are Made
I returned to the classroom as the break was already over. It would be too soon to start skipping classes, and I couldn’t afford to do that. My mind still reeled from the encounter with Ace, his enigmatic smile and piercing eyes lingering in my thoughts and making me wonder if I had misread the situation entirely. Entering the classroom, I was met with a sea of familiar faces, except for one. Though it was my second day, I vividly remembered all their faces—except this new person glaring at me. I didn’t notice her in the classes we had earlier; she probably skipped them. A girl with long, soft brown hair caught my attention. Her hair seemed to dance sporadically with every breath she took. The permanent scowl on her face made it obvious that she was channeling all her energy into it. She seemed to own the place, standing out among the other students, and her glare made me feel like I was the one who didn't belong. I ignored her and made my way to my seat. As I pulled out my chai
Last Updated : 2025-02-20Bloody Tales Meeting a Groovehood
After the morning classes ended and the lunch bell rang, I made my way to the cafeteria, which felt deserted by the other students. As I opened the creaky door, a warm beam of sunlight lit up the dusty tables, and the lingering smell of stale bread and forgotten moments filled the air. An unsettling silence surrounded me, interrupted only by the gentle hum of the refrigerators in the kitchen. The tables remained untouched, and the chairs were neatly pushed in, as if waiting for a crowd that never arrived. It was odd; everyone else seemed to prefer the comfort of their classrooms. I scanned the room, allowing my eyes to adjust to the dim light, and spotted him—sitting alone at a corner table, his dark clothing standing out against the dull surroundings. The soft glow from the table lamp illuminated his face, accentuating his strong features. The cigarettes were gone, but the air still felt charged with his presence. He leaned back, his long hair flowing over his shoulders like a casca
Last Updated : 2025-02-20Bloody Tales Tale of Dordin
The second day of school was nothing like I had imagined, nosey teachers, rude students and to top it all off, the mysterious Groovehood senior who I hadn't seen all morning. "Earth to Debby," Mrs. Grassroots, our history professor flicked her fingers. "I'm so sorry," I replied hastily. "Care to share with the class?" She teased. I blushed red in return and answered her question with a smile. "So, you weren't in the last class, right?" She asked, pushing her glasses to the bridge of her nose. "Yes ma, I just joined recently," I answered her. "Then you know nothing about the tale of Dordin, yes?" "Yes, ma." I reluctantly replied. I knew nothing about Dordin. I wasn't a native, I've never attended the school and I just enrolled. Asking the obvious was just so stupid to me, she knew the answers for Christ's sake! But I wasn't going to tell her that, even though she seemed warm — this was Genesis after all, and from what I've known, in Genesis, anything could happen. "Okay, we'l
Last Updated : 2022-05-16Bloody Tales Skeletons Are Out Of The Closet
The rest of the day flew by like a whirlwind romance and the darkest of the nights came, and so did the tumbling questions in my head. "Mom," I called out, we had just finished dinner and Grandma Sadie already retired for the night. "Yes baby," She replied, typing something on her cellphone. Since we arrived here, I just realized I didn't have my phone. I must have left it in our old house or mom's car. Calling dibs on her car. I walked towards the chair she sat on, taking a seat next to her. "Mom, what happened to Grandpa?" I whispered. She looked at me with widened eyes. "Your grandpa is fine, what do you mean?" She retorted smartly. Way to go, Mom. "Not Grandpa Harry ma, what about your dad? You've never spoken about him, why?" I questioned, staring at her panicked state. She was probably thinking of some excuse to protect me from the truth. "Baby, there's a reason we don't speak about him, please don't fight me on this." "Are we back to keeping secrets ma? No more
Last Updated : 2021-12-06Bloody Tales Deborah Waters
"Miss Deborah Waters, will you come up to the front of the class and introduce yourself?" The teacher repeated. "Sure ma'am." I managed to say. I strolled to the front of the class, and as usual, I brushed off the stares as I stood infront of them. I exhaled slowly, "Hi everyone, I'm Deborah Waters. If you have any questions, shoot!" I looked at each one of them in their eyes expectantly. "Where are you from?" Said a voice from the back of the class. "New York City," I replied. "Why is your hair different?" Said another. "Because my dad has strawberry blonde hair, I inherited his genes," "Is Ella Hathaway your mama?" "Yes," I said. "You're pretty," A pretty boy said, grinning like a Cheshire cat. "That's not a question, but thank you," I responded, smacking my lips. "Do you plan to overthrow Heather?" What? Those kids were unbelievable. I didn't even know who Heather was, this was probably the third time her name would be mentioned. She continued, "If yes, I
Last Updated : 2021-12-06Bloody Tales Murmurs Resurfaces And Um, A Little Drama
Seb and I walked into the noisy class, the class teacher was nowhere to be found which gave the students unlimited freedom to chatter away. The moment their widened eyes met mine, everyone kept mute. They looked awestruck, staring at me like I was different. Yep! I was different and different's unique. I ignored their boring gazes and feasted my eyes on the room. My jaw dropped at the view infront of me. It was just different too. Old? Definitely old. It was like we went back in time, if you've seen Harry Potter, you'd know what I meant. The chairs were old-fashioned, with no lockers — which meant they had to use tables with drawers. It was old but very neat. An artist would probably think it was a piece of art. "Come on, the seat behind me is always free. You can sit there," Seb said, breaking the silence that seemed to have put everyone in a trance. Okay, maybe I was the silence. I followed Seb whilst the students continued to stare at me. I shrugged off their surprise as
Last Updated : 2021-12-06Bloody Tales New Girl, Who?
I clutched my backpack tightly to my chest, I needed the assurance that I wasn't the only one making it into Town High. Yep. The school's name was Town High. The building was probably built when the humans wandered there. It was old, as expected, but it was also falling apart. It stood prominently behind the library, exuding a thousand years of great teachings. Funny how it looked older than the library. Could it be that there was some secret stuff or maybe magic — protecting the library? After all, the Owlignuses were ancient witches. "Woah, it's a new girl!" "She's so pretty," "And Heather thinks she's the prettiest, duh," A girl of my age scoffed. I breathed deeply as I entered the school hall. I walked down the corridor with high self-esteem, ignoring the loud whispers and scoffs. It didn't make any difference to me, I was quite popular in my previous school. The only thing that made a difference was when one wonky boy pointed out the obvious, and soon, new murmur
Last Updated : 2021-12-06Bloody Tales The Tales Never Stops
I ran towards the waiting car, my hair blowing along with the wind. Uncle Jonah exited his car. I didn't know he owned a personal car. He grinned and pulled me in for a quick hug that lasted four seconds. Twice in a row. Well, that was, uh—interesting. "Ready for your big day?" He asked, ruffling my hair. Trust me, I didn't like that part. "As ready as I'll ever be," I murmured, but he caught it. He smiled knowingly at me. "So, where are we headed?" I asked curiously. Probably off to some weird butt street with some weird name. "Your new school of course!" He said, rolling his eyes. "I know. Which street?" "Town square, at the back of the school library, I couldn't show you yesterday because the library's in its view. But today, you'll get to see everything. Your mom and I both attended the school, well, that's the only school we got." He replied. "Okay. Does the town square have some cool history, you know, like the tale you told me yesterday?" "Yeah, eve
Last Updated : 2021-12-06
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