Book Rescued Novels & Stories

The ache in my heart turns to butterflies in my belly. There’s a rickety stool outside the den with a book sitting on it, a paperback that’s gotten soaked and dried at least once, opened like a fan. A bookmark made of braided grass is tucked between the pages. He reads? What is he reading? My wolf can’t read. All she can do to satisfy my curiosity is sniff the pages. They smell like they’ve been dew-dampened and baked in the sunshine many, many times. She bumps it off the chair with her enthusiasm, and Justus rescues it from the ground.

Penny held up a small, leather-bound book, its pages filled with ancient runes and cryptic symbols. “This book holds the key, the potential cure for Draven’s curse. It’s an old, forgotten remedy, passed down through generations of healers, a secret whispered in the shadows of the forest.” The room buzzed with excitement and anticipation. They had found a glimmer of hope, a chance to save Draven, to bring him back from the brink of madness. A chance to bring back their beloved Alpha, their leader, their friend.

As they conversed, Marvis discovered that the stranger was not merely a passerby but a fellow wanderer on the path of rediscovery. In the warmth of the bookstore's ambiance, Marvis sensed a connection that transcended the pages of the novels that surrounded them. Julian's enigmatic aura became a beacon, guiding her through the intricate layers of her own story. Their rendezvous in the quaint bookstore set the stage for a unique companionship, a literary dance where words intertwined, creating a narrative of shared passions, untold tales, and the unfolding odyssey of their intertwined fates.

He waved back, blew me a kiss, and told me he'll see me soon before bringing the car to life and driving off. I sighed contentedly and smiled. I have a good feeling about the Matching. I have a good feeling about Finn, and how we would most likely get Matched. I trodded back to the bookstore where I work, lunch bag in hand. "I'm sorry we don't have a copy of that book anymore, Mrs. Salazar. But we have new arrivals you might be interested in," I heard Madi tell a middle-aged woman with hawk-like eyes and black curls in a practiced politeness as I slid behind the register, tucking away the bag.

He looked like he was about to cry. "Awe, babe. You can get another one." Anna rubbed his arm. "I'm just glad your safe." He planted a kiss on her head. I rub my head. "Ok. What was she doing in Deruse?" Alexi opened the passenger seat door and pulled out a book. "I believe she wanted to acquire this." "What is that?" I look at the old book in her hands. "The Prophecy. The Book of the Dragons. Come inside." She walks us all into the conference room.

Even my hair seemed to regain some of its luster, though it remained thin in places where it had fallen out. Dr. Clarksdale had delivered on his promise of books—a small stack of carefully vetted volumes: a medical text with all the interesting pages removed, a collection of insipid poetry, and a Bible with several books mysteriously missing. Nevertheless, I devoured them, reading passages over and over, finding meaning between the lines where none was intended, creating stories from the spaces where pages had been torn out. I was running my fingers over a paragraph in the Bible, memorizing the texture of the paper, when I heard the door open. The heavy, measured tread told me it was Carlisl

She laughed and then opened the box. To her surprise, she saw a note in there on top of the treats. It was Cody and had his cell phone number on it. Her cheeks flushed again. Laran’s hand reached over for a cookie, interrupting her girlish thoughts. “Here.” She shoved a cookie in his hand and then snuck the note into her pocket. If the wolves wouldn’t accept her, maybe she could sweeten her way back into the human world.

I was overwhelmed by countless questions. Not only did my parents not help me out, but they pulled Lily behind them to protect her from the journalists. "Laura, you can ask for jewelry, cars, or anything else. But Lily is our daughter, you can't just ask us to kick her out of the house just because you saved our lives!" After hearing my parents' warning, tears welled up in my eyes. Lily Jackson was only their adopted daughter; I, Laura Jackson, was their biological daughter. We were switched at birth.

Much like he'd looked as he had stood on Carrie's porch watching the clouds slowly travel across the sky while calmly sipping his coffee despite the chaos going on around him. Ben returned carrying a load of books in his arms. He heaved the heavy books onto the table before me. I looked down and was surprised at what I saw there. I didn’t know what I had expected. With all that had happened, I had envisioned fantasies of witchcraft, vampirism, mutants, and numerous other explanations involving mythological figures but this I hadn’t anticipated. At the very top of the considerable pile of books lay the King James Bible. “Just the tip of the iceberg, baby.” Richard said as he looked at me and

Lily thought for a moment and then said, "I'd like to buy some books." "Alright." The bookstore was bustling on the weekend, packed to the brim. Lily patiently sifted through the shelves for the books she wanted, while Julian grew restless in such places. He couldn't help but say, "Let's go. Whatever books you want, I can have them delivered to our house." "Just a little longer, I'm almost done," Lily spoke softly. Unable to argue with her, Julian listlessly picked up a book from the bestseller shelf and began flipping through it. It was a cookbook on how to DIY various desserts at home, and it suddenly piqued his interest, absorbing him completely.