Book Mason Novels & Stories

, I declared, rolling my eyes at them and letting out a deep sigh. Likewise, I had thought that they would help out in figuring the best way to get back the book. But then, they were only scolding me as though I were a child. “I hope you see where that gets us to! What happens if someone realizes that we have one common mate? What happens?” Jason growled angrily and I just hissed silently. “Inasmuch as we are mad at him, we have to help out because it concerns us too. We need to find the person with the book and be sure that they haven’t learned of the secret”, Mason suddenly said and for a moment, silence rented the air.

“You have got no right calling me that, Brownie. I was just lying here minding my own business when you decided to flash me your pretty little panties. Cute ones, by the way, black lace? Very nice.” Xavier muttered something sarcastic from the grass, but they both ignored him. Mason reached up, laced his fingers through hers, and tugged her down to pull her along as he stood. “You are so fucking shameless,” Amber grumbled, cheeks still burning. “Escort me to the library, will you? I have to study to keep up with the whole bet with Daniel.” Mason kissed her cheek softly. “Not a big deal.” He walked her all the way inside the library, weaving through the quiet rows until he found an empty tabl

Holy. Lena closed the door, her hand skimming the edge as if shutting a holy vessel. She did not rush to turn off the lights. Rather, she walked between the shelves, letting her fingertips trace worn spines and whitened covers, breathing in the scent of paper and years. The bookstore was her sanctuary. Her cathedral.

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my sister had our arms linked and stepped out of my room. As we approached the front door, Ares' large frame blocked the doorframe keeping me from seeing Clark. "So, you must be him," Ares crosses his arms. "Clark Mason, and you must be Ares Reid, a pleasure to meet you. I heard about your reputation at the school." Hearing my date on the other side of my brother. "Oh, what else do you know?" My brother seems to amuse by Clark's wits. "Well, I know you get into fights a lot; the word trouble is in your vocabulary because of your behavior, not only that you put a kid in the hospital by breaking his jaw senior year and was about not to graduate."

"I'm just glad I was crossing the quad when it happened. I hate seeing good people get pushed around by people who think they own the place." "Yeah," I said, my throat suddenly tightening as the word "own" echoed in my head. We stopped right at the base of the massive concrete library steps. Mason turned to face me, a warm, easy expression on his face as he prepared to hand the books back over. He extended his arm, his large hand shifting so that it rested gently, carefully, right against my elbow to steady me as I took the heavy weight of the textbooks from his grip. His touch was warm, kind, and completely safe.

"Lucy?" "Vincent texted me again. He said he saw me. He knows I'm at the bookstore." "Where are you now?" "Back room. Inside. The windows are covered." "Stay there. I'm sending someone." "Mason—" "I'll be there in twenty minutes." He hung up before I could respond. Twenty minutes later, Mason walked into the bookstore. Not security. Him. He was wearing a black jacket and dark jeans. Sunglasses pushed up into his hair. He looked like he'd just rolled out of a magazine.

Maids and armed guards bowed their heads at us and no one, I mean, no one, said a word or even looked at me twice. I wasn’t a bit surprised, considering the fact that a dangerous Made man like Vincenzo is the owner of the mansion. He made sure to instill fear into his workers. Upon arriving at the sitting room, I was stunned by its beauty. Everything screamed luxury. I was so lost staring at the beauty of the sitting room, not knowing a middle-aged woman had appeared before Vincenzo. “Take her to my room,” he started, snapping me out of whatever world I was lost in.

AXEL SALVATORE ROSSI. “Don Ace…” Grant called after me as I walked down the hallway. “Mohzarov said—‘’ My head was aching, and I wasn’t in any mood for a chit-chat. Knowing Mohzarov, he’d keep talking for hours if I let him. “—Tell the old man to go home. We’ll talk in the morning,” I cut in, reaching for my doorknob. “And tell Rosa to come right away with Negroni.”

It's a tiny bookshop, built into what looks like an old alley. A light glows in the front windows, and the area inside is empty. I don't know why, but I feel intensely drawn to it. "Come on." I cross the street without waiting for him. "Come on, where?" Alec jogs to catch up. A swinging sign above the door says "Alley-Bat Books," and the door handle is worn wood. Yanking it open, I embrace the heat that billows out and step into the bookstore. The walls are lined with bookshelves, and the musty smell of paper and ink fills my nose. A chair and small desk sit in one corner, and a few lamps cast a warm glow.