Book Zapp Novels & Stories

And here he was, doing it himself—no Leo, no aide—picking up his daughter from some dingy, unnoticeable bookstore. A whim. That's what he kept telling himself. He had completed a brutal acquisition call an hour early. Instead of driving to his penthouse to stare into the same glass of stale scotch, he told his assistant to cancel dinner tonight and turned the car around. His daughter was more valuable than his sporadic and hollow "I love yous." This was an attempt—a cold, awkward one—to reach for something real again. He hadn't expected the street to be so quiet. Julian's eyes scanned the tiny shop wedged between a boutique flower store and a yoga studio. **Chapter & Soul**. The title glowed

It looked impossible to find what she was looking for. "What are you doing here this late?" the voice that came behind Zoe scared her and she turned immediately to see Henry not standing far from her. "Are you trying to give me a heart attack?" "I wish I could." Zoe breathed out through her mouth. "I am looking for a book titled..." " ‘How to become a better mistress?’ I know just where you find that." "There is a book titled that?" Henry nodded. "I recommended it to every of my mistresses."

Daisie believed her and said, “It’s fine if you lose it. I can make a new one for you.” “I don’t want to trouble you,” she replied with a smile. “We’re friends, and you can trouble me whenever you want.” Daisie stood at the tip of her toe as she tried to take the book on the shelf. She couldn’t reach the book no matter how hard she tried, and in the next second, someone took the book. She was stunned and turned her head around to see Zephir standing behind her. “It’s you?” Zephir handed the book to her and said, “Here.”

She was a pure devil. Zoya I stepped into the study room, uninterested. Irtaza was standing near the bookshelf, holding one of abbu's favourite books by Warren Buffet. "Huh!", I passed a mockery smile as soon as I stepped inside. He frowned at me. "What will you do by reading such books, Irtaza? You're not the one who believes in hard work and brain to make money", I taunted him while coming inside. He slammed the book shut and placed it on the shelf.

After she got at least enough books to make her occupied while Nicholas is at the meeting, she settles on to the small bedroom window that wasn’t that cramped more spacious but was enough for her to have a comfortable space to read at. Randomly picking the books amongst the huge stack, Zinnia pursed her lips as her brows rose with interest after seeing the title of the book in her hands. ‘Bane Legacy’ From the mysterious title itself, Zinnia can already tell that it must be a thriller, mystery, and fantasy book. Well, it doesn’t matter to her, the title was enough to make her stay. “Legacy? Hmm, humor me” she murmured before leaning her back at the wall behind her and finding a nice position

“I see. Is it because I’m a mafia boss?” I looked away from him. “Well, yes. I mean, you don’t look like someone who would fancy reading. You’re hard as a rock, so I doubt that you are interested in books. You can’t blame me much,” I said defensively. Zayn opened the first book in his hand. “Dantes Tu…” he spoke fluidly in French, causing my jaw to drop on the floor. “So, future wife, never judge a book by its cover, you might be stunned at the various facets it would have.”

Kazeal was there with Zephyr. Zephyr stood before the glowing red book. Words appeared on its pages faster. Kazeal was on his knees beside Zephyr. I walked to the two of them and looked at the huge book shelf before me. All the shelves were full, even the ones that were empty earlier. At the right bottom of the shelf, there was only enough space for one more book to fit.

“I’ll go with you. But if you slip up again, I’ll kick your ass.” Zane’s grin widened. “That would be kind of hot, actually.” “I mean it, Zane.” “I know, I know.” Zane followed me around the corner to the next row of bookshelves. I began scanning the “S” section, and pulled out a title on soothsayer practices, which I added to the pile. Zane quirked a brow at me as I dropped the stack of books I was holding onto a nearby table. I’d collected more than five tonight, and intended to read them all. He picked up the most recent one and read the back with a curious expression.

"Zaddy," That wasn't the name. Where that one had come from, he had no idea. But it was like she just emptied a tank of gasoline on his fire, and he wanted to explode. He abruptly shot up, lifting her with him in the process, like she was a feather. He plunged her back into the soft leather seat converted to bed, panting hot breaths on her face, piercing into her soul, "What did you just call me?" Taking aback, Shola clasped her palm over her mouth. Zaddy was a term she'd always used to refer to a Zayn Malik looking kind of sugar daddy; her kind of man. A man like Solano Vicenze.