Book Hood Novels & Stories

I watch him smear it into the ground with the heel of his boot. “You never seemed to be a gossiper.” “You never paid attention to what I did or where I went in either pack, kid.” A loud banging came from the door. Hodges became to muttering under his breath as he crossed the room to the door. He swung open the door to reveal a guy that looked about my age with light brown hair and slate gray eyes. Something seemed familiar about his appearance, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on why. Hodges’s body seemed to stiffen at the sight of him. The stranger cocked his head to the side, and a smirk slithered onto his face. He held up a metal tray with some food on it and shook it side to side.

“Come.” Hilda took her to a boutique. Keondra happily looked around. “This is amazing!” “Should've taken you to the mall in Kraxuris.” “This is fine too.” “Yeah, but everything is better, and bigger in Kraxuris.” Hilda picked out a black hoodie. “This is nice.” “It looks just like my shirt.” “It's called a hoodie.” “What is a hoodie?” Keondra took it from her. “It's longer than mine.”

Into the hallway. He pushed me behind the wall. “Stay here,” he said. “No,” I whispered, grabbing him back. “Don’t go.” “I won’t go far,” he said quickly. “I’ll just look.” “No—” But he was already moving. Just a few steps. Just enough to see. The door opened. Heavy boots stepped inside. Voices filled the room. “Search it.” “Someone’s here.” My chest felt like it was breaking. I couldn’t breathe. Kieran looked back at me.

Karma is indeed a bitch! I was still trying to process it all, to wrap the fact that Dad's ‘golden princess’ isn't even his to begin with, around my head, when I heard the sound of the doorbell. In a daze, I numbly made my way to the door. I pulled it open and saw a hooded man with his face partially obscured by a beard standing right there on my doorstep. I instantly froze on the spot. There was something familiar about this hooded figure. Something eerily familiar…

"A bunch of idiots! Just because you're brainless doesn't mean everyone is. Do you think I don't know what the Hoods are capable of? "The Hoods are nothing in my eyes." Henry's face was filled with disdain. Barry did not understand. How could someone who seemed so ordinary be so dismissive of the Hoods? Was he crazy or what? As Henry's gaze turned toward him, he was terrified. In the next moment, Henry said calmly, "Alright, it's your turn now, Young Master Hood."

Ha-Joon was busy making coffee for a customer, but his mind replayed their conversation from earlier today. After a long day, the bar was empty and felt heavy with the silence of unspoken words. After cleaning, removed his wet apron, and turned off the lights, plunging the room into darkness. He locked the door, the click echoing the finality of his decision. The city hummed around him as he biked to his hacker class. He put on his helmet, and a cold shield, and went inside, the computers' hum a familiar comfort.

This is night so he don't actually see through me, but everytime he look up, his eyes directly at me. That shock me, but then he just look away. I sigh in relief, shrugged the thought and enjoy the boring night without anyone see me. I said, “Everyone is happy despite vulnerable to almost everything. Not even death they can possibly avoid it,” I said, and the foolish stop from what he's doing, and even slowly close the book in his hand. He didn't look up, so I added after I sneered at him, “This foolish is not exception. Why not party with everyone else while he's living on?” His lip slightly curve, and he open the other book this time. He said to himself, slowly, “This book... is said to co

Chapter Four — The Price of Breathing The body stayed where it fell. No one rushed to remove it. No one spoke. The corridor seemed to hold its breath, stone walls slick with blood and tension. Wolves stood frozen in various stages of shift claws half-extended, eyes glowing, chests heaving. The scent of death thickened the air until it coated the back of my throat. I was still standing over him. The assassin. His neck lay at an angle that made it clear he wouldn’t be getting back up again. I stared down at him, waiting for something shock, horror, regret.

she walked to my closet and picked up a hoodie, “this will help, along with the gloves.” “Thanks, mama,” I said as I took the hoodie from her and put it on with the gloves. My hoodie was my favorite color green and big enough for me to fit my entire body inside, I draped it over my knees to keep them close to me and my mom looked at me with some worry. “Are you alright, baby?” Her eyebrows had a frown and her eyes held the caring mother look that she got whenever she worried that I was sick or depressed.

She just turned on her heel and walked away, her boots crunching through the spreading pool of blood like it was nothing. I couldn’t breathe. I Could Not Breathe. “What the fuck—” I gasped, stepping backward, nearly tripping over my own feet. “What the fuck was that?!” Hoodie Guy’s expression didn’t change. He looked at the dead man, then at the brunette, and finally, back at me. “Bad timing,” he told me quietly. “Bad—?!” My voice cracked. “Someone just—she just killed him!” He sighed, like I was overreacting. “Yeah. That tends to happen in situations like this.”