Books C J Box Novels & Stories

I heard the door to the car open as I dug around in the cardboard box and I looked up to see Daniel and Jai walk in, both of them staring at me. Jai caught sight of the books sitting next to me and he walked over slowly and picked one up. It was the green one, the one entitled The Occult Truth of Lycanthropy. The look he gave me was indecipherable. "A little light reading?" He asked sarcastically, thumbing through the huge, five-hundred page book. I wished in that moment that I could have been small enough to fit in that box and disappear. How embarrassing. "It was just something I found on his shelves," I said, as if that justified it.

"I would prefer it if his convoy had stayed in the trenches permanently." Tracy picked up on the raw vibration of my voice, his eyes shifting between me and the Alpha King. "The wolves are watching, Commander. Don't let them see the bond fracturing on your birthday." Before I could reply, Brook Owen approached our sector, his dark dress uniform immaculate, accompanied by Corrie Bates. "Accept this tribute for your ascension cycle, Chika," Brook said, presenting a heavy cedar box carved with the Whitmore crest. "My thanks," I muttered, passing the box to a waiting enforcer without looking at it.

‘And you’ve not checked the others, yet, so just chill. I dropped the books I was clutching to my chest on the other box, as quick as the wind but also with gentility so I wouldn’t wrinkle any of them, and I examined the other contents of the opened one before me. As I hoped, they were all books written by April Dove.

“You were both into the same woman?” “Yeah.” Jax walked over to Mia’s shelf and touched some of the books. On the two bottom shelves, heavy, leather volumes crowded the space. Most of them had legal mumbo jumbo words written in gold. In the middle shelves, romances and mysteries stacked the level. Many of the covers appeared worn and torn at the edges. “It all started off as a game. My brother and I liked to pick a gorgeous woman and do a little healthy gamble for her panties.”

Without wasting time, I rushed to his side. Inside the box was an old book wrapped carefully in dark cloth. The Book of Life. “We found it,” I whispered breathlessly as relief hit me so hard. Caleb carefully took it out of the box. Even in the darkness, the book was familiar. I could feel how dangerous and powerful it was. Now we had two books. We just have to look for… A distant sound interrupted my thoughts. Confirming my fear, Caleb’s head snapped toward the door. Instantly, my blood turned cold.

Sarah looked proudly announcing the opening of her shop soon which Sarah supported because the moon goddess knew Clara would not be able to go as far as boost for herself. I was trying to figure out in my mind what to do next as I slipped on the matching shoes Clara had put together for me white with black lace and red small gemstones around. I looked up to see the five priestesses I had become so close to approaching and smiling nervously. “What was it?” I started looking myself over thinking I had something a miss. I then saw Caroline holding a small box. I followed her hand as she extended. “We found these and it took us a moment to realize what they were.”

That night, as Alessia lay in Luca's arms, her body finally surrendering to sleep, the replica box rested on the nightstand. Its edges glowed faintly under the moonlight, a shimmer invisible to the ordinary eye. The box trembled. Slowly, without touch, the lid creaked open. Inside, where nothing should have been… lay a single torn page of the Black Book. Its ink pulsed like living blood. And in a voice only Alessia could hear, even in her dreams, it whispered: "The wrong box was always the right one"......

His disposition reflected the same. “You think you can trick me.” His eyes bugged out a bit farther and he shook his claws in the air. “You are wrong.” He turned and stomped from the room. I couldn’t help my grin. It didn’t bother me that I upset him. He was rude and I didn’t need to like him. I went into the other room to eat and the boxes drew my eyes. I walked over and opened the first one. It held a selection of fiction and nonfiction. I found a book about Roman mythology and another called On War by Carl von Clausewitz. The fiction was all over the place from romance to thrillers. The second box held similar titles. There were fifty-two books total; I knew because I counted them. I arra

I put on the buds of my earphones and let the beat guide me through. I decided to take the usual lane I take when I go jogging. I don't always run outside, although I enjoy it. I just don't like to run around in public. I usually run on the treadmill watching the news or Kickbox in the basement with Chase. Or sometimes, when I'm too stressed, I take all the physical exercise I can in the basement gym—boxing, Krav Maga and even shooting. I love shooting like a kid loves candy. I'm good at it—no! I am the best at it.

I have now come to the end of book one of my Cursed by the gods series. It has been a long journey I'm not gonna lie. I lost commitment along the way of writing this book, lost inspiration, even changed the plan I initially had for it. I am really glad that I got to finish it and if you stayed till the end I just want to say thank you for even choosing this book in the first place. I will start with the second book as soon as possible and do my best to make that one better. I hope I have been able to tell you a good story dear readers and once again I thank you for reading Cursed by the gods. Thank you.