Novel & Cerita Books By Lynn Austin

Austin's POV The door creaked open with a slow, echoing groan. A cold draft rolled out, carrying the faint metallic tang of blood and disinfectant. Lisa stepped through, glancing back at me with that same hollow smile. “Come in, Austin,” she said softly. Every instinct screamed at me not to. But I had to find Ruby. The moment I did, something felt wrong. There were restraints on the walls, steel tables, and syringes scattered across trays.

How stubborn he’d always been. “He carried too much,” she said softly at one point. “Even when he was little.” I didn’t know what to say to that. Lynn stayed glued to me the entire day, tugging my hand whenever something caught her interest. When we passed a bookstore, she froze mid-step. “Please,” she whispered. So I took her inside. I bought her books, stories about magic, wolves, heroes who made impossible choices. She clutched them to her chest like treasure.

Austin's head tilted at an angle that made my stomach clench, the movement too fluid, too wrong for a body that should have been governed by bone and tendon. He lifted his hand, and the charm dangling from his wrist swung like a pendulum, dripping crimson into the black water below. Each drop sent ripples across the obsidian surface, and with every ripple, the dead boy's face in the pool seemed to smile wider. "The Saintess offers peace," Austin said, and his lips moved around words that did not belong to him, syllables that crawled into my ears like insects burrowing through wet soil. "She offers a place where the story ends as written. No more glitches. No more revenants rewriting what sho

I turned on the heater and opened one of the books which I have been reading. I was quite indulged in my book when I heard a knock on the door. Putting my book down, I went to open the door. My mouth went completely dry when I saw Austin on the other side, I completely forgot about my after-dinner punishment but I guess he didn’t. “Come on,” he called me to his room. Entering it, I was bewildered. His room was twice the size of the one given to me, his walls were designed with grey bricks, his fireplace was electronic and he had a full view of the town from his glass wall on the other side of the room.

Can't take any chances because karma is as real as a black eye. Austin is wearing a grey T-shirt and jean trousers. I remember the shirt from the first time I went to see him in his study. It hugs his body, like my arms should, and fits him properly. As they walk by, my eyes are on him. He is looking at Robin Hood, listening to him blab about the amount of resources he has spent on constructing a ferris wheel. Who the hell cares? Not Austin, I definitely can tell. As they come closer, Austin stops looking at his tour guide and looks at us. I nearly fall on my ass. The children push me from behind and I bounce back on my feet, while they yell their excitement. They have no goddamn idea.

I thought, and Lana snickered in my head. “I will help you with what I am able,” she said softly and I smiled as I entered his house and settled on the couch. “I'm going to place this on your bed and make lunch,” Austin announced and I nodded as I lifted the book and started reading where I had left off. It was all just a refresher on what I had learned from pack school, and luckily, I had graduated school recently. Sighing, I closed the finished second book and glanced at the stack on the coffee table.

I plopped my butt on the couch, beside her. “Any reason why?” “No reason. I’d probably outgrown them.” “And you want me to believe that’s the only reason?” “What are you implying, Lydia?” Lydia wasn’t one to beat around the bush. So I was surprised she was even doing that now. “Austin… has never looked at anyone as he now looks at you.” “Oh…” Not even his wife? I wanted to say it, but I knew that was like asking for the moon. “Yes… the tenderness in his eyes couldn’t be mistaken.” She paused, staring at me. “Has he confessed yet?”

Austin says to them. I am shaking in my boots in excitement. Austin is just so smart and knows how to be extra cunning. He knows how to play around with human emotion. I do not really blame him. Before discovering his passion, he had a thing for philosophy. He has read almost all the great books that have to do with human philosophy and psychology from forty eight laws to power to art of seduction and much more. I am not surprised he can pull these tricks off when he wants to, but I get impressed anytime he does it. "Oh we understand." Sharon says. "However, I will still join you. I do not want you choosing a venue we do not like." He says. "who is coming with me?" He asks his other brothers

Hey guys! Thank you so much for reading both of my books. It really means the world to me. If you had enjoyed both of my previous books, I would strongly recommend you to read my next book 'Addicted to You' which revolves around Austin and Emma. Synopsis: "What are you waiting for?" I frowned as he kept staring at me like he was trying to memorize every inch of my face.

After all, you didn't have to hang up everything and that was nobody's business. When Eleanor turned to the next customer, Maddox slid to the side a little and then started on his own food. "Did you notice what was going on over in Florida?" Gian asked between bites. "You mean the thing with these animal rights activists, because of whom four people are now dead, but two cranes were able to escape the Venators?" Gian nodded. "But they weren't just any animal rights activists, the people were from Live for Animals." The piece of sausage caught in the air halfway to Maddox's mouth. "You are incinerating me."