Books C J Box Novels & Stories

After a solid minute of demanding attention, the sound of a key in the lock finally reached his ears. “Stop that bellowing and pounding,” grumbled a guard as he opened a small, slotted peephole in the door. Disappointed that the door wasn’t actually opened, Jasper peered through the hole. Doing his best to keep his voice level and calm, he said, “I would like a take note of what’s happening to my body for my research. I need a notebook.” The guard tossed his head back in full bellied laughter as he said, “You think you’ll live long enough to use them?”

I won’t try touching it again. Closing the box, I approached the shelves. I take out the book closest to me. Brushing off the dust, I realize it’s a strategy book, written in delicate penmanship. The paper is fragile, but the tome is bound with great care. The other side of the shelf seems to have hard-bound journals. It’s like an entire couple’s life secured in one small room. I heard a scraping sound, and I turned my head to see Robert picking up a stack of small portraits from one of the iron boxes in the corner.

A lockbox is fixed to the wall–built within it. The room blurs. I forget where I am as I send my powers into the lockbox. Metal sizzles until the frame comes loose from the wall, and the little metal door falls into my hand. I toss it behind me and reach inside, praying, my fingertips grazing cash and jewelry before finding… the book. “Yes,” I hiss, smiling deliriously as I pull the book from its hiding place, clutching the small, black leather cover and rocking back on my heels. I flip through the pages, confirming it’s the copy, the only book of its kind in existence.

When my shift ended, I found myself walking toward the corner table where Kael sat, his laptop closed now, a book in his hands. I stopped short when I saw the cover. ‘Knot We Cannot Untie.’ That was the book he was holding. I can't believe that Kael would be reading one of Linda Lively’s books. “You read… this?” I said, the surprise evidently in my voice. Kael looked up, one brow raised. “Why? You think I only read racing magazines and bank statements?” I gave a small laugh. “Chill bro. It’s just… not what I was expecting ”

Warning: 18+ only. Featuring hardcore taboo and age-gap erotica. This is an erotic boxset containing twelve stories of irresistible steam, steam, fun, and naughty stories. If you're not up to eighteen, this book is not for you. Get ready to be intrigued. To feel. To...sin. ---------- “I made myself tight for Big Daddy,” she leans up and whispers in my ear. “Every morning and night, I clenched it really tight, released, clenched, released…”

A half-smoked cigarette dangled between my fingers, the glow between my curled, stiff fingers the only warmth in the dimly lit sala. I took another long drag, letting the smoke sear into my lungs before slowly blowing it out. My head was a battle zone, images of deception flashing like gunfire: Victor and his sneer, poisoned wine, and the audacity of men who believed they were more clever than me—better or more worthy of what I’d earned in blood and steel. The business world was a more deadly version of an unloaded pistol with the safety off. Deals sealed with a handshake could explode like grenades. Survival was more than just pulling a trigger; it meant knowing when to pull it, who to aim

Slowly, I pulled the lid off and I was horrified when I saw two heads of babies with eyes wide open as their mouths were open too. I screamed in horror as I moved away from it and fell to the ground. My hands were shaking as I see a lot of bloodstain on the bluish and purplish heads and even on the insides of the box. I tried to calm my fast heart beating as I breathe heavily through my nose and my mouth before I finally dared to approach it again since there was a small envelope inside it. I looked away while I was reaching out for the envelope and as soon as I took a hold of it, I opened it and it says: “You will lose what I lost. -Jolene”

Glancing around, I see that Sarah and Juan have already boxed up most of our belongings, the cardboard boxes stacked up against the wall. As we walk into the living room, Sarah bends down, and the sound of crackling cardboard fills the air as she opens a large, untaped box. Her smile crinkled the corners of her eyes as she looked up at me, her hand gesturing for me to peer into the mysterious box. As soon as I joined her on the floor, her smile widened. “Your dad and I boxed up your room first. This box contains all your journals. I’m glad you left them here. Or they would have been at the bottom of the lake right now.”

Helma pondered for a moment, then it hit her. The Book Of Medical Remedies was just sitting on her bedroom bookshelf, tucked away inside another book. Even hidden, it did not feel safe enough. Like Neil had pointed out, if someone swiped all her books, the precious tome would be gone too. The jewelry box was the perfect secret spot for the Book Of Medical Remedies. Helma pondered for a second. "Master Jones, can you show me how to make another jewelry box?" she asked. William eyed her with a hint of doubt.