Bi Book Novels & Stories

The inside of the house was exactly what the outside suggested. Functional. Lived in. Books on every surface that had a flat area. Scientific journals stacked with the precision of someone who filed things mentally even when they didn't file them physically. A fireplace with a low fire burning. Two chairs angled toward it and a third against the wall that he pulled forward without being asked. He sat in one chair. Eva and I took the other two. He put the book down on the side table and took the reading glasses off his forehead and set them on top of the book. Everything deliberate. The movements of someone who was composing themselves without appearing to compose themselves.

When my shift ended, I found myself walking toward the corner table where Kael sat, his laptop closed now, a book in his hands. I stopped short when I saw the cover. ‘Knot We Cannot Untie.’ That was the book he was holding. I can't believe that Kael would be reading one of Linda Lively’s books. “You read… this?” I said, the surprise evidently in my voice. Kael looked up, one brow raised. “Why? You think I only read racing magazines and bank statements?” I gave a small laugh. “Chill bro. It’s just… not what I was expecting ”

Both were really awkward at each other at first but when they found out that both were reading the same book, they eventually got a comfortable to talk at each other. “So, you also read that book-” “Yeah, I got into it after a friend of mine recommended it to me.” “Isn’t it a great book.” “Yeah, I got hooked on it after reading the first chapter.” “bla-bla-bla” Both continued to talked to each other and enjoyed their conversation. “I was feeling an awkward atmosphere growing between our table so I was gonna try to start a conversation but when you brought out your book, I was just surprised to see a person reading it.” The girl said.

Alizeh: 'I know, but I can't control my laugh! Varun: "I can say this also with that other meaning, but I am not like that na!" Alizeh: "I know that you are not like that, I know it really well knows! by the way when is my book coming!" Varun: "Maybe 23!" Alizeh: "Yayy, I will keep it with me always!" Varun: "You can also keep me with you always!" Alizeh: "I know, you can also keep me!"

We do have something in common. “Hey,” I greeted casually, startling him in the process. He quickly closed his book as I walked into the room, closed the door behind me and moved towards him. “Hi," he mumbled shyly. “…sorry, I didn't hear you come in.” He explained nervously, lowering his face, and my hands itched to grab his chin and lift his gaze to mine once again. “No need to apologize, you were engrossed in your book.” I responded, watching him intently. “ You love reading. “ I observed as he clutched the novel in his hands.

The ladies all giggle and Julie stands, handing a new bookmark to each of us. "Yes. We figured we'd get you ones that suited you a little better." she says. The new one is dark blue with gold lettering that says 'Real men read dirty books'. I smile and look over at Ev who's showing Harper his excitedly. "These are great. Thank you." I say just as Bri nudges me. "Oh! Tell them your joke, love!" Harper says excitedly. Ev rolls his eyes before addressing the group.

An elderly maid served snacks as well. As I watched her, he broke the silence. “Thank you for coming.” I turned my head around to see that he was already staring at me. Nodding, I forced out a weak smile. “So I'll go straight to the point. I need you to write a biography for me. My biography.” “What?” I asked, wide eyed. Was this some kind of prank? “A biography.” I soon erupted into a fit of mocking laughter. Soon, little tears threatened to fall off because how dare he?

I can't help but smile. " I wouldn't have remembered I did such a thing if you didn't mention it." I reply. " That Zero. Can't he shut his mouth for once?" I cuss at him. " We have a bro code. He can't keep anything from me especially if it concerns my old lady." Mason replies..I smile and look away, hiding a blush. Did he just call me his old lady? According to bikers,you only refer to a woman as your old lady after you claim her. It's a way of telling everyone else in the club that she belongs to you.

"Hardly unarmed, My Dragon." "Time to go home, My Beastly Biker." She smirked up at him, then turning, she walked to the other side of the car to get in. Drake watched, hypnotized, at the sway of her hips. *********************************************************************************************** This is not the end of this story. I have at least one more chapter to do. If you would like to see something in particular, drop me a note on here, a DM, or a note on my profile.

Kennedy POV. The weather was bad, but I needed to get that new book, it's Robert birthday gift, who'd knew a grown up man would kill for the newest werewolf love book. I got into my car, drove carefully toward the local book store, they had the new book reserved for me. It was supposed to one quick drive, until I walked into the library. A girl was sitting on a bean bag, her blond hair was covering her eyes with overgrown bangs, she tried to huff them away from her face but to no use. She looked young, maybe she's just here with her parents, looking down at the book she had in her hands it was a kids story. Does she read for the local kids? Or is it just for her?