A Primate's Memoir Novels & Stories

I had assumed they had killed Adam after the kidnapping and buried him with the secret he had been alive all this time somewhere not to be found again. Then there was James. Well, I’m grateful for his call because being at the hospital now I think my mind is going to go on overload. Someone did try to kill Kioni or someone was murdered in Kioni’s ward. Seriously, today wins. I should really reconsider writing a memoir. A billionaire’s life is never dull. “Should we leave?”

"Amethyst, these are books that I recommend you to read. That...that is simply a tale. It does not contain relevant and accurate facts and data like what you are looking for," I looked down at the book in my hand. With him here, I had to admit, scouring through this massive book depository seemed easier. I allowed myself to utter my gratitude as I accepted the books he had offered. After a few moments, I began reading all over again. This time he was right. Pages after pages, I learned most of the basics. Rather than a creative narrative, the text appeared to be written like a memoir, as if the person who wrote the passages witnessed the brutality firsthand. It was making me feel nauseous al

“How long have I been out?” “About an hour. This is quite a unique book. I think you’d find it interesting as well. Miriam wrote about you.” “What the hell?” he said with a deep frown. “She didn’t mention you by name, but she definitely wrote about you and your brother Andrew. Listen,” she said and began reading out loud: A Sex Maniac’s Journal By Dr. Miriam Bachmeier Chapter four My First Encounter

Without him, the shelves seemed taller and the shadows stretched farther across the stone floor. I wandered the aisles for a few minutes before pulling down one of the heavier chronicles. If I wanted to understand what I was becoming, I needed more than other people’s explanations. Two hours disappeared without me noticing. The texts were dense but fascinating. Most of them read like careful observations written by scholars who had spent entire lifetimes studying Primes from a safe distance. I skimmed sections about historical events and recorded abilities until one particular passage caught my attention. Prime emotional architecture. I leaned closer to the page.

"He's changed hasn't he. I hadn't noticed it until the other night when you left. He lost control but not in the way that you think. You did something unexpected beyond his gaze and it infuriated him." "What are you talking about? Just tell me already," I raised my voice slightly, feeling frustrated and agitated. I just wanted somebody to say the words that I had been in denial about since the moment his knee connected with my father's skull. "Prime has awakened," he said the three dreaded words. "How do you know that," I asked slowly, watching the swirls of the mark on my arm. It vaguely resembled the at symbol but had more swirls that formed more letters. There was an 'a' and what looked l

author pov Katia sat on the tree branch up high in the tree with Aza next to her. They were sharing a banana after reading about primates in the wild. Aza sat next to her with her tail hanging over the limb swishing back and forth. After swallowing the piece of mush that the girly claimed was a banana, she made Katia aware of her opinion, “I think I will stay a wolf. If primates eat mush like that, I don’t know how they survive.”

Your eyes soon hover to the words written just at the top corner of the page and when you sink the piece of information, you freeze. "...After seven long years of training outside the Country. We're glad to announce the second son of our beloved King Darwin Jack and her Highness the Queen Liza Yuan Cohen, and the heir to the throne, Prince Zale Felix Cohen, has finally returned back to his precious country."

Saying that quite out loud "When she awoke in a cold sweat, the darkness fresh inside and outside her mind, I would talk to her, speak words of encouragement in that high, teetering voice of mines until she made it to other end of the hall and to her mother’s room. You’re almost there. You’re almost there. No one had ever grown closer to her than me, no one had ever come closer to feeling like home." I sighed, that was her favorite story line from the book "Memories" by Dim Leon, I remember how much I hated reading that book, but she made me read her bed time stories. "I miss you every day Nuella" keeping aside a picture of hers, she was smiling at me that day, she looked so beautiful, she