Amazon Kindle Science Fiction Novels & Stories

She read her Bible every night, and her other religious books over and over. So she was reading on her Kindle that night when she got his call while hugging the huge pillow of a cute crocodile that came out of the big box he spritzed with his favorite male cologne for her. Like she could stop thinking about him as soon as she stopped being busy with work or she was ready to go to bed. Especially when she was lying on her bed. “So that’s why you asked me my favorite genre and authors,” she told him after thanking him for the gift. “I love it. Really.”

He sobered then cleared his throat. I smiled. “He was shocked.” It was difficult to believe that Adam was related to Tristan. There was a slight resemblance. Adam came a bit closer and leaned against one of the posts. “I wasn’t sure what kind of books you like, so I brought a memoir, a thriller, a romance, and a fantasy book. We don’t have many new books. I don’t think I’m allowed to give you my kindle. You could use it for other stuff.” I smiled. “It’s okay.” Despite my intention to hate on every Russo, it was difficult not to like Adam. “I think I’ll pass on the thriller, though. I’ve had plenty of thrill in my life recently.”

It made my heart flutter to watch him, and in that moment, I forgot we were ever arguing at all. “Well, I couldn’t really decide on what book to get you, since I guess we don’t talk about that kind of stuff very much. But I know you really like books, because I watch you a lot. Not in a creepy way though, I mean, I just notice things—” How sweet, I thought, gazing up at him while he fumbled for words. “Anyway, I thought you should get your pick, you know? Whatever you want. It’s a Kindle, and there’s a lifetime subscription already on it. I figured it would be useful because you’re always carrying around those heavy stacks of books and needing help with carrying them around.”

Something was coming and whatever it was, it wasn't good. Lightning flashed in the black sky, giving me enough light and time to see the shadows that moved swiftly in the dark as if they were walking on air. My hand reached for my necklace instinctively. If it came down to the worst moment, I would rip off the damn thing that restricted my powers and use my gifts.

Biting my nail, I opened my Kindle app from my phone and scrolled through the romance novels. I’d never been a huge romance reader, more of fantasy and sci-fi, but it wouldn’t hurt, would it? To gain a little experience? I giggled to myself and opened up the first one with a buff guy on the front. I’ll just read a few chapters.

"Let me show you our science fiction section for younger readers. There's a new series that just came out that might be perfect..." Thirty minutes and several hundred dollars later, I left with a stack of books, including a signed first edition of "Starstruck," which the clerk assured me was popular with "smart, space-loving kids." I also had a bagful of advanced puzzles from the hobby shop next door. As I loaded my purchases into the car, I felt strangely satisfied. This wasn't part of the business plan, wasn't necessary for our charade to succeed. But it felt right. Few hours later, my phone had buzzed with a text from Ava:

Challenged him. Why was she here? She found herself considering how to leave. Politely. He grinned. “What I mean is the life is different when the body, the book, is, what, a computer tablet? A teeny-tiny phone?” A long sigh. “Pages, real pages, have a hunger to them. A need that isn’t answered when you push a button or, well, whatever it is you do with a whatchamacallit.” “A Kindle.” “Right. A Kindle. Books are greedy to be read. They’re desperate. That electronic stuff?” He shrugged. “It doesn’t have the feel of the page. It can’t feast on your senses. Your hopes. Your dreams.” A pause as he watched her. “You see?”

My plan was to explore the house and find out every single possible escape route, while planning my escape. Why the hell does Mr. Dark and Dangerous have to be Mr. Smarty Pants as well? He leaves without a word, closing the door gently behind him. Twenty minutes later, the guard comes in with an electronic Kindle, drops it on the bed and leaves without uttering a single word. Strange. Glad to finally be able to do something, I pick up the Kindle and open up the first book. It's about a knight who eventually falls in love with a common girl. Classic.

Instead, she spotted a battered cardboard box, which she pulled out by one of its flaps. The box was filled with books similar to the one she found on the floor—tattered and yellowing, adorned with somewhat cheesy cover art. Except for a few classics by authors like Verne and Wells, most of them fell into the sci-fi genre. Cole admitted to losing interest in this type of literature after a few pages of convoluted descriptions. However, she recognized some of the titles because she had been repeatedly told that she should read them: Asimov, Russ, Vonarburg, Bradbury, Heinlein, Bujold, Engh, Le Guin.

“I’m telling you, staring at that thing all the time won’t make your crush text you back.” “Mom! That’s so rude! I don’t even have a crush,” Dasha snapped, clearly annoyed and a little embarrassed. “I’m just reading stories on Kindle!” “Kindle? Isn’t that the app where all those steamy, raunchy novels are? The ones that make Fifty Shades look like a church sermon?” Aunt Lori said, her tone dripping with suspicion. “Mom! That’s not true!” Dasha protested, blushing as she stabbed at her scrambled eggs. “Kindle is for all kinds of stories, okay? And not all of them are… you know, like that.”