Book Bodega Novels & Stories

I muttered to myself. I checked my phone. No signal. I knew my spare tire was completely flat, too. The only sign of life for miles around was a bright, rowdy-looking building glowing in the distance. It was the local biker bar, a place owned and run by the Iron Reapers motorcycle club. I knew better than to go there. Everyone in this town knew better. The Iron Reapers were dangerous men who lived by their own rules. But tonight, I was desperate, deeply heartbroken, and officially out of options.

“What do you want, babe?” My mood flipped instantly. My lips curved into a smile as I stood up from the couch. My hair had grown long, longer than I remembered. It fell freely down my back, brushing my waist as I walked toward him, the novel still in my hand. I dropped the book onto his desk. “You look tense,” I said softly. “And you’ve been such a good boy.” His brow lifted slightly, silently questioning me as I leaned closer. “Should I make you feel better?”

Master Alejandro questioned suddenly out of nowhere with his deep husky tipsy tone while tilting his head a little to the right, still staring at his woman who still had her eyes down on her book, silently for few minutes. Captivated by the looks, she made the book her choose without having any idea what was it. Looking decent the book was said to be the best seller of 1930s, that's all she knew. Madam Genelia heard many famous mentions about it but never she got the chance to read it before, hence discovering it here in the library she grabbed it without any second thought. "Royal Bones are Holy Sinners." Madam Genelia was still having her eyes down on the book while she replied blankly to

A loud click followed by a flashing green light came from the safe. "They didn't." Breyona shrugged, giving Mason a cocky grin. "Mom's horrible with remembering numbers. She used to forget Dad's birthday all the time." Mason and I waited withheld breath as Breyona opened the thick safe. An exhale of breath came from Mason’s lips as we locked eyes on the only book sitting in the safe. “One book?” Mason scoffed, shaking out his sandy blonde hair. “An entire safe for one book.” “Like I said, my parents are paranoid.” Breyona shrugged, her hands gentle as she lifted the book into her arms. “Plus, this book is probably priceless.”

Mexico was heavy. It was like entering a room with a stuffy and suffocating air. Not to mention the fear that was crawling up on my spine that at any moment, someone might shoot at me. The warehouse is large, glass windows, and steel doors. It wasn't the typical warehouse I usually see that’s covered in steel and metal. It was more like a home than a slaughterhouse. Thank heavens for the transparent windows, it became easier to navigate and shoot. Wearing cargo pants, a black cropped top and combat boots that I changed into from the plane, I lay still on top of a hill by the warehouse, hidden in the grass. At least if I die, I was going to die with good clothes.

Alexander wasn't the reasoning with type, once his mind is made up… By the time dad left, my mood was immensely lifted. He had also brought some good books that will keep me occupied for days. Before he left, he sneaked five hundred dollars to me and said I should keep myself safe. I was left wondering what he meant, but afterwards it dawned to me what he wanted me to do. ***** I was led back to my cell to drop the books and joined others outside for sports. I sighted Mathew from afar and walked to him, with a small smile on my lips.

luckily, the towel was still able to cling to my body. My eyes drifted to the bag under the bed. The zipper was undone and what peeking through the bag was very similar book I put in it before coming here. My first guess was reed probably found about the boom but then he never bothers to touch my things, not even I leave the zipper off. He gives me space and he trust me to tell him things. Or maybe he knows himself, eventually he gets whatever from me. How to Summon the Gods. Was written in bold capital letters on the book. The book was old, qualifying for ancient artefact. I slowly and carefully skimmed through the pages. The book was really old. The pages were so delicate if I applied more

Miss Flora said and in seconds Heedah ran back to us, her hands empty. " What about the book? " Jasper asked in shock " I couldn't find it , it's gone " Heedah cried out " Someone took it " ( Jake's pov ) " Are you sure this is the main book they were talking about? " Dad asked staring at the half torn book and I handed over to him. " Seeing the way it was hidden, it's it, Heedah wouldn't hide something that has no value that way " I laughed and dad nodded " Now, who are we going to make a deal with? " Dad's brow curled up T. B. C

Kate keeps examining the lone sheet of paper like a bingo player with a bingo card. “Think, Kate. Think,” she tells herself. “Try to recall everything you learned from that book.” The book she’s referring to is Codes, Ciphers, Steganography & Secret Messages, which she got from Booksale, a secondhand bookstore. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath to calm her nerves. When she opens her eyes again, her line of sight falls on the photo of her and the Bali Girls. Then her eyes jump to the words in the letter:

We drove for three hours without stopping. Torres bleeding from her shoulder. Three other agents wounded. Two dead left behind at the cemetery. Hope cried silently. No sound. Just tears. She had learned not to make noise when death was close. "Where are we going?" I asked. Voice empty. Damien's face haunting me. The gunshot echoing. "Safe house. Montana. Remote. Defensible—" "That is what you said about the last three places. Richard found them all." "This one is different. Off books. My personal property. Nobody knows—"