Book Roar Novels & Stories

I said, a hint of curiosity infusing my tone as I raised an eyebrow, hoping to break the awkward silence between us. Roxy's response was laced with a hint of defiance, her eyes sparkling with a mix of curiosity and wariness. "Well, you did leave it with me," she pointed out, her voice steady. "Also, there are some pretty interesting facts in this book. I've been learning quite a bit about things I probably shouldn't even know." As she spoke, her gaze locked onto mine, and this time, she didn't look away.

Are you there? She was right there. So close I could almost touch her. I closed my eyes, straining for a glimpse of her in my mind. I waited for her to say something, anything. The anticipation was killing me. I was so focused, I didn’t hear the crunching of leaves behind me. How could I have? Nothing else mattered at that moment but Elise. “Logan.” I sprang to my feet and whirled around, my wolf ready to charge my assailant.

Get the fuck away from me, Damien! My claws raked across his chest, drawing blood. The metallic scent only seemed to make his wolf more feral. He roared in a deafening, primal sound that shook the windows and spun me around, pinning me against the desk with his massive body. His golden wolf eyes bored into my glowing silver ones. His leaking cock pressed directly against my soaked pussy, the fat head nudging my entrance through the torn fabric of my skirt and panties.

The urge to slide my shoes off is insane, but I have zero energy to reach down and unbuckle them. “Anytime. See you at Saturday’s fight, man.” The male ducks and dives, throwing a couple of mock air punches with a smile, trying hard to impress Arry and getting all jocular and best buddy. I resist the urge to eye roll, now nestled in my seat away from his caring hands and slide down the leather to try and just calm the side to side waves going on around me. “My money is already on you, Bruv’. Tornado Carrero is a sure thing! I saw you at your last and you were on top form, that right hook is deadly.”

We sat there and drank our drinks slowly before getting up and heading to Miniso. I was checking out purses while Ayo was trying out all the sunshades they had. He pouted to the mirror and posed as he switched shades. When he was halfway done, he just picked out two different black ones and came over to me with a leather journal in his hand. “Here,” he placed the mint green journal in my shopping basket. “I didn’t know that they made these.” I said while browsing through the different sets of earphones I found. “Thanks. How’d you even know that I wanted one?”

I stumbled back when my eyes fell on the black roots rising from the cracks on the ground. A loud roar poured from the king as one root tore through his leg. I thought my soul had ripped from me. Another large and black root tore through his stomach to the other side. His other leg was next and his arms. “Wanirace! Wanirace! Wanirace!” “NO please!” A root tore through his mouth with his jaw dislocating. The roots continued growing higher, rising with him pinned on them. He shook to show sign of life, blood running down the roots, his eyes wide and moving about in so much fear.

Sighing, I walk back towards the path I came, heading towards the bookstore that I usually go to incase I have any books I want to purchase. ''Good morning, Rose.'' Jack, the owner here, greets me. He's almost in his seventies but he's a very hardworking man. Besides, whenever I tell him to go home and get some rest or slack off, he would say that he doesn't have anything else to do; this bookstore is where he wants to spend his time. I smile at him, heading towards his direction, ''Good morning, Jack. How are you?'' He lets out a breathy laugh, ''I'm good, how are you? It's been awhile since I last saw you and your boyfriend. Are you two doing well?'' The sky blue eyes he have never fail to

Quickly he rushed out of the room. Omar waited a while before stumbling out of the wardrobe and falling on the bed. Sweat had soaked through his cloth and he tried to breathe properly. Soon he heard the sound of a car starting and he made his way to the window just in time to see the car speed out of the compound.

He shuffled through every book, analysing each one before gently placing it down to examine the next. ‘Ev, if you tell me what book it is you’re looking for, I can help you find it.’ Slowly looking up at me, his head tilted to the side, ‘Amelia darling, it’s a book written by a werewolf hundreds of years ago. Respectfully, I highly doubt you’ll even know it by the name.’ ‘Try me,’ I shrugged. He smiled, looking down into the box, then locked eyes with me again, ‘Well, you may know one. I’m looking for a first edition of The Alpha’s Roar.’

''BOOM, SCRATCH,'' I wake up in the middle of the night from noises that sound like there is a fight going on. I quickly put on a robe and walk out of my room. I don't hear the noises anymore, so I decide to go to Roan's bedroom maybe he knows what is going on. When I reach his bedroom, I see that the door is open which I think is strange because Roan never leaves his door open. The door opens squeaking and the first thing I notice is that the room is thrashed like a tornado went through. The furniture is laying on their sides, his bedsheets are ripped from what must have been claws. There is a big red circle in the middle of the room that looks like shimmering ashes. On the floor, there is