Big Red The Book Novels & Stories

The book with the red cover! “OMG!” Aki gasped. “Is this really it?” “Aye,” Sasha said. “You… stole… a book… from the library?” was the first thought that filled Aki’s mind. “Umm…” Sasha was taken aback. “Aye but it was for a good cause.” Temujin and Aki weren’t listening anymore. Their eyes were devouring the book. The title on the front cover was long. “The Feasibility of Using Galvinism for Ki Reanimation,” Temujin read aloud and then he and Aki both gasped.

“I don’t feel like I look different. I don’t look like a zombie, do I?” “Would you like a mirror?” Bess asked as she moved out from behind Rowan to produce a small, hand-held mirror. “You are still a handsome man if you must know. The significant change that I see is the color of your eyes. They are much darker. In fact, they are close to being black now and, I think, more deep-set. When you arrived, they were a light blue that bordered on grey.”

I didn't want to watch that unravel in front my eyes. While I quickly scuttle to my room, I find Ethel in the hallway. "Thank heavens I have found you. I have been looking for you." Ethel mutters gaining my attention. "There is something I think that might help." she pulled me to Evanna's study which was just at the end of the hallway. "Here," Ethel pointed at the covered big book with a golden cover. "Do you think it can help me locate the stone?" I ask anxiously. "I think so. This book has been with Evanna for as long as I know and I think it can help." she pursues her lips.

On the other side rest big machinery all of which have red stains on them. Thick black doors makes up the right side of the wall that continue down the hallway all made from a type of metal that makes it impossible for anyone to break in or out of it. The stench of blood, grime, and urine hang in the hair and I take a big gulp, trying to swallow the bile that is coming up. Adair is well in front of us, walking dauntlessly without even taking a second glance at any of the red stains on the walls. Nick’s mouth is set in a tight line and he continues to glance at me behind his shoulder to make sure I’m okay.

Aleta, who had dark eyes like her mother, and dark hair like her mother, and it refused to be tamed and combed, also like her mother’s, would say, “But bedtime stories are the best. Won’t you please tell me one, Mama?” Marie often had things to do. There were dishes to be put away and dinner to be cooked and text messages to send to her husband, who seldom came home anymore. There were bags to be packed and an escape to be planned, but this made her smile, too. In fact, it made her nearly happier than anything else ever had, except for her sweet daughter. “Of course we’ll read. Which one would you like?” Aleta usually wanted stories about brave soldiers and clever girls and terrible, terribl

“What’s Ben got this time?” “2067 G wagon.” he replied between chewing, crumpling the burrito wrapper. “That was delicious, thank you. I’m gonna change then we’ll head out.” He kissed Emma and went back to his bedroom. Lucas kept a meticulously clean apartment. It was well decorated with beautiful pieces of furniture, that complimented each other well, and abstract yet gorgeous paintings and sculptures. The sun, still on a steady rise, only made the apartment feel more beautiful and alive. Lucas admired this beauty on many mornings, sometimes with Emma and sometimes without, but that beauty left his mind this morning when the holo-screen buzzed.

He whispered. I sat on the ledge of the window, my eyes scanning the book I held in my hands A history of Cambiador. It was a stifling warm night, and I had the window open as I read about my family’s history and reign of the kingdom. The moon was full and almost at its peak and the light breeze cooled me down some. I was having a hard time concentrating on the print, my thoughts wandering to a certain cat called Crimson, then my promise to my grandfather. I should have never agreed to stay for another month. I could have been on the road to MacTire by now.

I look up, and I can’t help but leave my mouth open. “Through here,” Richard says, pulling me through the corridor into a massive living room with brown leather couches. They are big and look comfortable. Richard’s dad sits in an armchair reading the newspaper while Dylan and Fred sit together on one of the couches watching tv, and Jude is just reading a book. He has a pair of glasses resting on the tip of his nose.

Flashback One week after Lena left, Heather walked into Isaac’s office and announced, “Dad, we have a problem coming. There is a group of rogues who are trying to form a pack, but they are not the kind of wolves we want in our pack. They have been attacking other packs to gain land.

Carmen muttered. “Third guy was meh. Just a time passer. He’s the one I call for hookups.” “And the fourth?” Kira asked. Sienna sipped her drink. “Too big.” Silence. “Too what?” Carmen blinked. “Too big. Too thick. Like, baby’s leg big.” “NO,” Kira gasped. “Yes. People always say they want a big dick, but no they don’t. He was practically swinging to his damn kneecap. I was terrified.”