Alfred Kinsey Books Novels & Stories

he asked. She didn’t answer. Her fingers twisted together in her lap. “It’s because I already knew who you were,” Alfred continued. “I knew everything about you, long before you married my grandson.” That last sentence of his hit her. Isla’s eyes lifted slowly to meet his eyes. Confusion and disbelief swirling in them. Alfred began to move, the tip of his cane tapping softly against the marble floor as he walked around the grand study. The walls were lined with tall bookshelves, old photographs, and relics of power—the legacy of the Wyndham family.

I went downstairs in bare feet and found myself drifting toward the library without really deciding to go there. The door was already open. I flipped on the small desk lamp instead of the overhead lights. The room materialized in pieces. Shelves floor to ceiling, packed with books Alfred bought by the yard because someone told him it looked distinguished. Most of them he’d never opened. A few were mine. Legal texts. Case studies. Biographies of lawyers who’d actually mattered. I used to matter. I moved along the shelves, running my fingers over the spines, not looking for anything in particular. Just touching them. Remembering what it felt like to use my brain for something other than managi

It was the way the Omega was smiling and blushing as he looked up at the scary Alpha. Sebastian found himself slowly wandering the room, looking at all the things that belonged to the Alpha: the paintings on the walls, the knickknacks on shelves, and the colorful hand-blown glass on the bookcase. His fingers ran along the books, and he noticed the entire collection was from the same author, Stephen King. They were all hardcover and looked to be in perfect condition. He wondered what kind of story those books told. Were they romantic or funny? It's been so long since he read a book. He slightly pulled back a book titled Needful Things before sighing and pushing it back into place.

His attention and focus had drifted to the book. "Why did you bring us here?" Jamie asked after placing the book he picked earlier back into it's rightful position. He had suddenly realized that no book here would interest him as he wasn't even a fan of books. "For you all to realize something," Alfred said, looking from one face to another. "Whenever there was a problem, Alex wasn't restricted to just science. It might come as a shock to you but when the need arises, he makes use of magic and I want you to understand that." Alfred paused and pointed to a shelf.

"The book of souls." "I told you, I will find it." Phil interrupted me. I gritted my teeth. "You can't find it because Alfred has kept it safe. He wouldn't tell you because he would want everyone else to be safe." I pointed at Kale. "You on the other hand, he would trust that kind of information. So, that we do not waste our time here, just tell me where he kept it." Kale laughed. "You Think I know the whereabouts of the book? You must be high on crack or something."

Brian straightened and looked dryly at Alfred. “Again, I’m sorry it was necessary. There won’t be any last effects from that. A spell book I’ll recognize. I wonder which one that will be. Oh, I collect grimoires and such that witch families don’t claim for safe keeping. One never knows when an old spell might be needed or can be revised for a situation. Most spells are useless, but there’s always one or two that are useful.” Alfred was off again, making notes in his notebook and rambling on about practically nothing. “Fine, she’ll be here in a couple of hours. She has to trek out of the Blue Mountain territory on foot and then she’ll drive back here with it. I gather this result confirms why

Once Caroline was out of sight, Alfred led me to his office. The room was lined with shelves of books, rich mahogany furniture, and a large desk cluttered with papers. A heavy chandelier hung brilliantly from the center of the high ceiling, casting a faint orange glow inside the office. Alfred walked over to one of the many shelves housing rows upon rows of books. After rummaging for a bit, he finally pulled out a leather-bound album. “This,” he said, “is my family album.” He walked over and handed it to me. "It contains pictures of everyone in my family. It's one of my most cherished items."