Books By Lang Leav Novels & Stories

They didn't lower their voices because they didn't think they had anything to hide from her. "I stood here earlier today," Leela confessed, her voice thick with emotion, her knuckles white around the jar of Iron Root. "Right after I saw the books. Right after I saw the cages. I watched them. They are so young, Thorpe. They trip over their own paws. They get distracted by butterflies. They are clumsy and loud and messy." She turned to him, her eyes fierce and wet.

***** Book Two: Betrothed to the Ruthless Barbarian King Leila’s point of view I just ran out of pages, I closed the book slowly, reluctantly….. like the story would disappear forever if I shut it too fast. It didn’t, it never did. That was the problem with reading fictional books. The stories didn’t end when you reach the last page, they stayed. They clung to your chest, wrapped around your thoughts, sank into your bones like something permanent, leaving you stranded in the last paragraph like someone pulled the ground beneath your feet mid step.

But as he read through it over and over, he found himself both angry and amused. Instead of a letter, it felt more like a travel brochure. It was full of long-winded descriptions about the beauty of Lindale City's mountains and clear, sparkling waters. How the place was a natural oxygen bar, capable of healing a soul worn out by stress—his stress, specifically. It felt like a joke, and he couldn't help but toss the letter in frustration. He crumpled it up and threw it onto the passenger seat. Then, he started the car and slammed his foot on the gas pedal, heading home.

The End of Book Two Coming soon, Mary's brother, Dave and Lea's Story

For some time, Leah wandered around the shelves, looking at the used book books full of multi-colored spines: some pretty shabby, with wrinkled or even torn corners, others practically new. And there were even ones that had never been opened, with a crunchy sound pleasant to the ear, as soon as she tried to leaf through one of these. “Your coffee,” Yuna announced in a playfully formal tone, lowering a tall glass goblet onto a special wooden stand. — I hope you like the latte?

Up in Leesa’s room, Dral took up his familiar position lounging against the wall beside the door while Rave sat down on the bed “What now?” Rave asked as Leesa pulled off her parka and hung it in her closet. Leesa grabbed her backpack and pulled out Dominic’s book. “Now this,” she said. She sat down next to Rave and opened the book on her lap. Once again, she was surprised by how little the oversized book weighed.

After a moment, she stood upright, turning toward me with a knowing grin. “The Universe of Us,” she said, breathless. Of course she knew it by heart. I shouldn’t have been surprised — she’d always loved this book. She’d told me once how Lang Leav could write things she herself couldn’t put into words, how every line felt like a mirror reflecting her soul. She began to speak, her voice soft and melodic, like she was reciting a prayer she’d kept close for years.

Also, the word 'thankful' isn't enough to level how much grateful I am to you all for supporting me and this book. See you ‘till the next Claveria adventure, guys! Love y’all! *BOOK SERIES* -MELANCHOLY: THE MOON’S INCEPTION -A LUNA’S BLADE: FEUDS AND GRUDGES -TALE OF THE DEEP: A SIREN’S MELODY

He asks with something in his voice I can't quite identify. "You don't know." I say with a slight chuckle in my voice. "Just pick one." I watch idle as he sifts through all the books until he picks one. House of Earth and Blood by Sarah J Maas. "That is one of my favourite books. Although I might just be biased because I love her writing." I lean back in the chair with a satisfied look on my face. "What makes you love someone's writing?" He sits back in his chair and looks at me curiously.

I pee a lot, and smelling and seeing things that are sensitive to my body makes me puke. "Liam, just leave the poor girl alone." Sydney stepped in and pressed those breasts of hers on Liam's arm. "Come on. The book is a room. So we are going to have loads of fun." Loads of fun, indeed. "Just give me a minute," Liam brushed Sydney off, making her pout. "Lily, are you okay?" I scoffed.