Books For Him Novels & Stories

Book one Volume one. Different Shades of Him Prologue. "Welcome back home, little bird,” he enunciated, staring down at us. At me. “To our cage.” It was the only thought that crossed my mind. “My impending doom.” Yet, from inside, I knew it could be a home for him. But for us? No. Never for us. For me! "It's not our home," I muttered without realising it. “It's more like a cage.”

cute. My gaze flickered to his feet, he was wearing a small Nike white sneaker that made my heart skip a beat. Oh sweet lord, they make those for kids? My pulse took off and the urge to both throw up and hold that small disgusting thing between my arms stirred in my chest. My emotions a total mess as I realized I will have one of those things living with me after a couple of months.

I grin and she laughs. "Well if you ever need some real action, you know where to find me." She says, and we laugh harder. "There's this boy though, more of a man. I just see him around, do not know his name, or anything about him, just that he has a dark dress sense, and something undeniable melancholic about him, which draws me in. Everytime I see him, he's either listening to sad shit, like NF, J Cole, Halsey, or reading some exceptional books, that are sad, like Normal People, A Little Life, and I swear I saw him reading Harry Potter and V.E Schwabs Vicious." She says

"I raised my eyebrows in astonishment. "Really? What sort of books? "Anything that makes me think,"he said, staring at me. Science fiction, philosophy, and history. I enjoy losing myself in different worlds. "See?"A sincere smile appeared on my face as I spoke. "This is ideal."Jett Heathrow: intelligence as well as strength!It will be well received by the fans. "What else?" After pausing, he added, almost grudgingly, "I used to sketch.""Sketch?"I was clearly surprised. "Like, drawing?"With a trace of vulnerability in his eyes, he nodded.

He has more important things to do than melting his nose in other people's business. Setting his backpack on the table, he makes himself comfortable. There's hardly any students in the classroom right now. Taking the opportunity of utter silence prevailing in the classroom, he takes out the book he was reading. Lately he is addicted to urban fantasy and "Neverwhere" hits the spot perfectly.

his tone bound with guaranteed enthusiasm and I nodded, while he rested over putting his elbows bowing down. "Sure, maybe I'll draw you." I laughed a bit and he did too. "I like to read as well, North and south is a phenomenal book, however, I'd go for Diary of a wimpy kid anytime." he sounded excited as he said this. I laughed, "really?" I covered my chuckling face with my hands. "Sure." he laughed close by me, "You could manage without my choice of books." I folded my hands, putting them in my lap.

"I never imagined you'd actually spend time here." "Why?" "You don't exactly strike me as someone who enjoys reading." He closed the file in front of him. "You assumed I only enjoy threatening people?" "I didn't say that." "You thought it." "...Maybe." "I also read." "What kind of books?" "History." I blinked. "History?" "It explains why people continue making the mistakes." "That sounds incredibly depressing." "It's realistic." I laughed softly. "You really do see the world differently." "So do you." His answer caught me off guard.

"Books are my best friends. They don't yell. They don't lie. They just tell stories." I blinked, caught off guard by the way that stung. He was seven. Just seven. But sometimes he spoke like he had lived through a thousand heartbreaks. "What are you looking for this time?" I asked, crouching beside him as he scanned the shelves like a detective. He picked up a thick book with a dragon on the cover. "I want something with a hero who's a misfit. Someone everyone thinks is weak but turns out to be the strongest. Because... I think I'm like that."

Minutes later, I was done bathing, I tired a towel around my neck, and move to my wardrobe . " I pick a sliver grown, it has different designs which makes it look pretty and classic, and a black Pam Slipper". I packed my long hair, in a messy bun and put a lot of ribbons, which makes me look like a princess,am not a fan of make up , so I walked closer to my bags and pick a black bag. I clutch my slagging bag and walked out of my room. " I got to the place which looks like a dining room, and met him already eating, yeah his drinking his tea".

"Don’t worry. We have many other bedrooms." "Then-" and once again he cut me off. "Because I don't trust that everyone in this house has fed. I won't risk it..." He said. And with that he turned and left. Leaving me in his room...alone. I had to admit that his room was very simple. The duvets were black and white. The carpet was dark blue and the curtains dark red. He had a large desk in the corner which was stacked with the most unexpected things. Reading books! Actual leisure READING books. They ranged from horror to sci-fi. Most of them were written by a famous hunter author named Vladimir Rodriguez. Those books were mainly the "fiction" ones. They were fiction to humans, but all too real