Best Zane Grey Books Novels & Stories

com Books by Autumn Dawn: Spark Series: When Sparks Fly Dorchester No Words Alone Dorchester Solar Flare Anthology for the Mammoth Book of Time Travel Romance: Hemlock & Iron Indie books: Dark Lands Series: The Charmer Dark Lands: Homecoming Scent of Danger The Golden Bell Ghost in Her Heart Beast Wars The Woman Inside The Other Woman Through the Looking Glass Ride The Stars Careful, He Bites Interstellar Lover Under the Bridge

I stated and then looked down in shame again. My eyes caught Garret’s body which was out and cold on the ground, “Is he dead?” I asked timidly. “No, and he won’t be dead for quite some time. I will take my sweet time torturing him before he takes his last breath on this planet!” Zane puffed in anger, as he let out a harsh breath. “Zane, I am sorry I shouldn’t have left the way I did but it had nothing to do with him,” I said to him and he turned his murderous glare towards me. If looks could kill, I would have been a dead meat by now.

Laying silently in bed, Emma didn’t move a muscles as she watched Zane packed his stuff in a black back bag, and when she saw him shoved a 500 S&W Magnum in the back of his jeans before throwing his black coat over his shoulders, it was enough to pull her out of the sleepy haze that had engulfed her brain. Her mind was foggy with fatigue from an emotional roller coaster since she knew that there was a fifty-fifty chance that he could get ambushed and hurt on this trip, and the thought made her sniff back a stray tear.

Something in the process of evolving. Andrei hadn’t said much since that night. They passed each other in corridors, exchanged glances that lingered too long, but with them, words had become less necessary. The silence between them now carried weight. It still harboured resentment, but still carried respect. The weight of a dozen words left unspoken. Zane found himself in the library again with no fire this time, only the gray illumination of morning light. He pulled a book from the shelves something about the evolution of aristocratic dynasties. He didn’t care for the content. It was the weight of the book in his hands, the way knowledge felt like armor.

Zane dropped into his chair, legs splayed, fingers drumming against the armrest. The jealousy wasn’t quiet..it was a living thing inside his chest, pacing and snarling. He could feel it clawing at him, urging him to act. He’s in the Gray house now. Too close. Far too close. If Avery got comfortable there, if June kept letting him in, Zane knew how this would end. And Zane wasn’t about to sit back and watch it happen. He opened a drawer and pulled out a sleek black notebook. Inside, he began jotting down possibilities.

I didn’t hesitate. I pulled Fifty Shades of Grey first (cliché, yes, but I needed an entry point), then The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty by Anne Rice, Story of O, a slim volume called The New Topping Book just to balance it out, and two anthologies with titles like Bound Hearts and Surrender to Me. The stack felt heavy in my arms, like contraband. I carried them to the my corner and hid them under the table. I sat down, and opened the first book.

Shawn hit the nail on the head. Grace smiled bashfully upon being called out. Then, she focused on the stack of books. "Are these all yours?" "Yeah, Zain didn't want to sell them. He said they wouldn't fetch much, so they've been kept as a memento." Grace squatted down and browsed through the books. She noticed that they were books from a long time ago. Suddenly, her eyes lit up as she picked up a book from the floor. "Criminolo—" Before she could finish, Shawn snatched it away and mustered a smile. "I wanted to join the police academy."

He said and vanished out of the cabin. ********* The scent of burning sage and old parchment filled the ancient chamber, the dim torchlight casting flickering shadows along the stone walls. Zara Grey ran her fingers over the brittle pages of the Lycan Codex, her heart hammering as she read the words that had been hidden for centuries. She had no idea how she found herself in the temple's library. She had paid a visit to the temple because that was the only place she derived solace apart from the woods. But instead, she had wanted to fulfill this pressing instinct to visit the temple's library.

CHAPTER 17 Engaging The Citizen, Not the Wolf POV: Elara It was snowing. I spent the whole morning watching the snow drift past the glass. Each flake was a tiny reminder of how much I hated the cold. It was quiet here, too quiet, no psychic thrum of the Crescent Pack’s collective anxiety vibrating in my teeth. I lay there lifeless, felt like a ghost haunting my own ribcage.

he muttered before walking off down the street at a pace far too quick to be called graceful. I raised an eyebrow at Zane. “Seriously?” He stepped closer, plucked the book from my hand, flipping through the pages without actually reading. “You let him bother you too long.” “I can handle myself.” “I know. But it’s more fun watching him sweat before he runs.” I exhaled and crossed my arms. “Do you always show up like a ghost every time I’m alone?” He lifted a shoulder, relaxed. “Maybe. Or maybe the universe just likes giving us… very inconvenient coincidences.”