Books By Tracey West Novels & Stories

Another grab for the book and some food, then I crossed my legs and opened my reading books while I ate my sandwich heartily. "Are you reading that ham again?" I felt Wynn's gaze more than I saw him. "It can't be that interesting." But she could only say that because she didn't read anything but mindless teen magazines. "I am learning. Give it a try, it's good for your future. "

“He forgot to tell me she was a mutant-vampire who promised me in marriage to a sadistic vampire king for political purposes.” “Poor Casey,” Julia said sarcastically. “Married off to a king who conveniently dies and then bewitches two brothers; one who she marries and the other who is so obsessed with her, he protects her even when she jilts him.” “How are you the key to Sybil’s kingdom?” I asked with irritation. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” she teased. “I’m just trying to change the subject. You reek of jealousy,” I said. “Sybil entrusted me with the key to her private library,” she admitted. “It’s protected behind a magical shield and invisible to the average eye. Only magical eyes can s

Trisha heard Mrs Perry complain as she glided through shelves teemed with ages-old books before she could be pulled into hours-long conversation with the old lady. She picked up a book from a dilapidated shelf, blew off the dust that had found solace on it's leather covering over the years, and squinted— because of the poor illumination, to see the books name. ‘Wizards Can Do More’ by one of the greatest wizards ever, LP Travis. It was a book she wanted but not one she needed. Hence, she put it back in its spot among other dusty books and walked to another shelf.

She giggled, “More you than me, since I’m wolf now.” “They’re absolutely right, my dear,” Ebenezer said while he took the liberty of putting a few pancakes on my plate for me. “I understand that you’ve got a good handle on your magic, Missy. We wouldn’t want you ingesting anything that would impair that, now would we? Especially in these troubled times.” “Troubled times?” I said. “Why, what’s going on here on Wolf Mountain certainly qualifies to be labeled as troubled times. Don’t you think?” he said.

She huffed and punched me, and I fell onto the couch as I laughed, saying, "Hey, look what you just broke… Let's see what's inside this heart of mine. Goodness me! It's filled with nothing but you!" We laughed our heads off together. Many years passed since then. I didn't grow tired of her, but she did. After going through my things for a while, I took them to the bathroom and burned them all. I flushed the ashes down the toilet bowl, removing every trace of our past.