Book Zapp Novels & Stories

Wednesday June 22nd, 1977 I found something neat about the book. No one has written in any of the pages yet (except for me). Or so I thought. I found a secret flap at the back! Under the flap there's writing! It says "My Name is Zozo". That's a strange name but I really like it. My name is strange too.

Councilor Zeph came in panting and under his arm was a silk bundle. "Forgive my intrusion my Alpha." I looked at him and smiled. "Zeph, Zeph, Zeph. What a pleasant surprise." He immediately fell to one knee and offered me the bundle. "It has been done my Alpha. Your victory is certain." I smiled and took the bundle. The silk was rich and exquiste and my heart was skipping beats. I tore the silk away and looked at the marvelous book before me. "The codex." "Yes Alpha Zane." I stroked the book's intricate cover. It was truly a wonder to behold. Tiffany walked up to me and glanced at the book in awe.

“Seriously, Book, this place is almost as old as you. Why don’t you use some of that money you used to steal and buy a nice place? Maybe one without a fucking roach infestation.” The critter unleashed a fresh memory, Zoe’s sleepy voice confessing her lie of his occupation. His stomach flipped, his throat thankful he had nothing left in his stomach to expel. Booker’s voice snapped his from his thoughts. “Listen here, kid. Money’s meant to be spent on fine women, fine whiskey and some good ol’ fashioned drugs. Why would I spent good money on a nice place? This works just fine.” Kicking the front door shut, Booker dawdled to the sofa, falling into it. It creaked almost as loudly as he did.

Zoey said softly, before her daughter released the book onto her hand. Together, they flopped themselves into the couch, Zoey took a deep breath, before flipping the pages. It was exactly the book that they were looking for when they went to Aunt Violet's house. The book was missing when they reached her bookshelf, so why in the hell was she holding the same book? "What's the book about, mommy?" Zara peered her eyes into the book. Zoey turned towards her daughter, "It's a record of all the Harts finance, Harts children, and everyone who's registered under the name, Harts."

I accepted Annelise's invitation and visited her at her work at the mall. She used her amazing and long lunch time to show me her favorite stores, including a bookstore whose shelves reached two floors of the building, and the characteristic smell of new and never used books filled the entire environment. I myself was strongly influenced by the unique atmosphere that a library or bookstore can offer, and I ended up buying half my salary of books that would require a lot of strength from my arms to carry them. Also inside the bookstore I was introduced to one of her best friends, Zylah, a very thin and tall girl, with dark blonde hair and green eyes, and the only attendant in the whole store.

“Yes sir!” the men replied. Once more, Zephyr laid his eyes on the books, his gaze rested on one of them. The book was covered in a layer of dust and was made of bamboo. It looked unique. “Thunderfoot?” Zephyr muttered as he opened the book, reading its contents. A wave of excitement washed over him. He excitedly flipped through the pages, carefully memorizing the technique’s intricate steps.

What I needed was a journal or something. When I came across a book about theories and endless possibilities, I decided it was worth a try. Taking the book into the library's loft, I found an oversized beanbag and sat on it. As I read the book, I received a text message from Diana, informing me Zydan had left, and she was getting ready to go home.

"You should be focusing on Matt and enjoying London, not my personal mess." "Annie..." "Seriously, Zoey. Not now." She studied me for a few seconds, then nodded. "Okay. But you should know I'm here if you want to talk. About anything." We kept walking in silence until we spotted a charming little bookstore with decorated windows and a sign that said Sunday Open. Warm golden light spilled out from the inside. "Want to go in?" Zoey asked. "I'm freezing and maybe they have something cute for Matt." The shop was exactly my kind of place. Small. Cozy. That perfect mix of new books and fresh coffee. Zoey headed straight to the children's section while I wandered through the fiction shelves, trying

Z takes the book from her and gives her the approval stamp. “Thanks” The inmate off and leave. Both Z and I didn’t realize that the library is already full of people, they sit not far from our desk and read a book. “I- I didn’t notice they’re coming” Z says. “I didn’t notice, either” I respond. “Alright, time to work” Z sighs and she started marking all the books and putting the book on the library racks after. I help her a little bit and we’re having a good moment. It’s almost 11 AM and I have to call Rosa.

But I really wasn't ready to go inside and face my fears. “I'll be right back.” “Take your time.” Zeke says, pulling out a thin, paperback book from his pocket. I notice the title and smile when I see that he is reading The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald. “I have my book to keep me occupied.” “It's a pretty good book.” I tell him with a smile. “It must be. This is my fourth time reading it.” He tells me with a grin and I chuckle. He and I are so much alike. I reread my favorite books too; I've read Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte six times.