Book Never Too Far Novels & Stories

I read until my eyes burned and my head ached. Nothing. Not one single record of an alpha being marked from the inside out. Not by a mate. Not by anyone. My frustration grew sharp and ugly. “That’s impossible,” I said aloud, voice echoing softly. “Something like this does not just happen without precedent.” I looked around more to see if there was something I was missing… I looked toward the inner safe and saw a book. The book did not sit with the others. It rested alone on a lower pedestal, darker than the rest, its cover smooth like stone but warm when I stepped closer. The title shimmered faintly, letters shifting until they settled.

- I responded back, burying my thoughts deep. My face flushed realizing that he had been able to pick up these X-Rated thoughts so easily since I had been so deep into it. The book hadn't helped at all to keep my mind on my task for the day. It had been the equivalent of "See Spot Run" in the Draygonian world. Nerrian rolled his eyes and closed the book. He set it off to the side on a pile of books that never quite made it back to his shelves. I don't think this will work today. Nerrian admitted shaking his head.

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The second piece was just the same as the first, but adding more detail and background after they viewed their mistakes in the first. "Taking both of these." Ren rolled them up. "I take it as an illustration of your old home?" Two gave him a sad nod. "Hmm, ok. Come along now." Ren pulled the book to him and started to read as they walked. They made it out of the courtyard when Zero and Three ran up. "Can we come as well, Master?" Zero asked. Three just looked on excitied.

I asked, even raising my brow. He chuckled and then kissed my forehead. We are at the library of their mansion and believe me when I say they have tons of books. From the classics to the erotic, any genre you would think of, they have it here. If Andreana’s here, I bet she’ll lock herself for a year or so just to finish every book on every corner. I giggled in that thought, forgetting the fact that the devil is just around the corner watching me. “You seemed happy,” he stated. I turned my gaze at him and scoffed.

Faith’s POV I leave the café with my half-full cup of caramel goodness and decide to take a little detour to the park. I find a quiet spot under a tree and settle in with my book, The House Beyond The Gate. The warm coffee in my hand, the occasional rustle of the leaves... it should be peaceful, right? Instead, my mind refuses to cooperate. I take a sip, letting the sweetness settle in my chest, and sigh. Who was that stranger?

FREDERICK pov As I got to my study room, I picked up my favorite book, "How to win in the sport of business" by Mark Cuban. I had already gotten to the third chapter and figured I should go on with it if I wanted to sign off on the business deal with Giveon Ventures. After reading for one hour, I realized I had not heard Ma Cleopatra's voice after my parents and Ivy had left. I dropped the book and headed downstairs to search for Ma Cleopatra. I found her cleaning up the dishes and moved forward to ask what I was having for dinner.

She opens it and almost drops it to the floor. Ann gurgled with laughter at her reaction. She said in an amused voice, “It’s okay. I know it’s a shock to your innocent mind but these will teach you how to please him if he comes for you.” “The things we do for affection…” she murmured to herself, gingerly opening the book. She blushed at the images of the book. “Is this even possible?” she whispered in shock and awe. The maid grinned and gently stroke her hair, “You will be a surprised child of the extent men and women would do please each other.”

And beside the girl is what looks like a red picnic cloth, with neatly folded man’s clothes and shoes on top of it. I read through 269 pages of the book. I have watched the movie like years ago, and I honestly think movies often tell the story a little differently as compared to the book version. Just like Nicholas Sparks, A Walk to Remember, the story is somehow dissimilar as compared to Mandy Moore’s movie version of the book.

She had so many pictures and videos to share with her friends, that she refused to spend hours uploading it all twice, first to F******k and then to the Hey, Jay! Jim frowned when she sent him a link to F******k. “Come to Suckerborg county to take a look.” Barbara was getting dressed for the opening of an art gallery they’d been invited to, and it looked like he had time to read Shakespeare’s complete works before she was ready. “I’ll be downstairs,” he said. He grabbed a beer and a joint and went to sit by the swimming pool, at the deck opening to the beach three hundred feet away. He took the time to see every picture and watch every video.