Bi Book Novels & Stories

But it was the study at the end of the hall that caught her attention. Bianca stepped inside, her eyes immediately drawn to the bookshelves lining the walls. The spines of countless books faced her, their titles neat and orderly. She traced her fingers along the rows: military tactics, the politics of power. Advanced technologies. She frowned, pulling a book off the shelf. Its leather cover was worn. The pages filled with dense diagrams and meticulous notes. Why would a businessman need this? She whispered. Flipping through the pages, who are you really, Theo, she murmured.

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The two drivers opened their doors and got out, walking towards me as well. “We don’t want any trouble, we are just lackeys in everything.” They held up their hands in surrender, holding still as I stalked past them to the van. I swung open the side door, its hinges protesting loudly. There was nothing inside except for road block equipment, vests, and someone’s half eaten sandwich. “Son of a bitch!” I slammed the door home and turned to the two wolves. I knew they were Black Haven, the stench of licorice was strong on them. The two bikers had joined the others, more than likely feeling safety in numbers. They were slight and about a good half foot or more shorter than me, making them as mor

Or something else? “Okay,” Kiara announces, tossing a bag onto the counter, “I’m sleeping over at Axel’s. You two can have the place to yourselves.” Bless the woman. “I knew there was a reason I liked you,” I say, grinning like an idiot. Then my eyes catch on something next to her bag. A book — What to Expect When You’re Expecting. I pick it up slowly, brow furrowing. The air changes. The girls go pale — eyes darting, shoulders stiffening like prey caught in headlights.

I go the opposite way, painstakingly reading each and every title. “Callie!” Alice exclaims excitedly. “I think I found something.” I hurry over, seeing her pull a smaller black book off the shelf. There’s no title on this book, only a gold Baphomet overlaid on the leather. “The Book of the Beast,” I whisper, eyes lighting up. “I think you did find something.” She cracks the spine and I lean over, heart racing. And then the library doors open and close with a boom, echoing throughout the entire room. Alice and I both jump, and she quickly shoves the book into her cloak.

I slip into a random empty paired seat and sink into the window seat, trying to push William Ravenstone out of my head. Bibah pushes our luggage into the compartment made for them under the seats, then sits next to me with a sigh. She takes off her bucket hat as she gets comfortable, loosening the end of her scarf and then bringing out a shiny new book and a bottle of water from her tote bag. I glimpse the title of the book; Five Survive by Holly Jackson. The bus continues to fill up steadily, with students seating themselves next to their mates or their friends.

This was the last night and she had to make great use of it. “I didn’t forget you and since you are no celeb, I gathered some essential books for you. They will be of great use since you come from a business related background. If they are finished I will find more for you,” K spoke as she handed over the three books with no covers to B.B. B.B who had become passionate about his studies after meeting K received them with enthusiasm; since his woman had made plans for him then he shouldn’t disappoint her. He was very aware that there was more to K than what she lets on. She was shrouded in mystery and that was what makes her sexy and attractive despite her other good qualities.

“Let’s not talk about who likes me and who doesn’t. I don’t want to talk about my life or who likes me. I don’t want anyone to like me—not even a son of a biker.” Her smile widened. “He is a biker. The twins are bikers. And their father is a retired biker. So…” “So that’s exactly the problem.” My voice dropped, tightening in my throat. “I don’t want to get involved with them. With anything or anyone related to bikes.” Her teasing vanished instantly. She read me too well. “Okay, Tessa. You won’t get involved.” “Good,” I said, letting out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. “I need to go to my room. I’m tired.”

"The code is hidden in a book. In my office. At my compound. First edition of 'The Art of War.' Page forty-seven. The first letter of every tenth word. Write those letters down in order. That is your code." "Why so complicated?" "Because I did not want it easily found. Did not want someone stumbling across it by accident." Victor paused. "Jenna, be careful. Once you enter that code, there is no going back. Everything is gone. Forever. Make sure you are ready for that before you act." "I will. Thank you, Victor. For trusting me with this." "Do not thank me yet. You might curse my name before this is over." He hung up. I looked at my team. "Razor, Hammer, you are with me. We are going to Victo

Birdie stepped out of the room and came back with a glass of water for me to calm down. I drank the water halfway through the cup and took a deep breath before speaking again. As I explained everything from meeting Liam and falling in love, and ending up having his baby, I wanted to be sure Birdie understood. I know she would. Birdie was like me when she had her son but the difference between Orlando and Liam; one is a crook, and one is a boy who seems trapped. Not physically but verbally. And somehow, I could never reach him.