Novel & Cerita Books Like Cassandra Clare

My lips felt kissed even when they weren't. Is that weird? Yeah. Although I guess it was a becoming part of my life now, as well as, feelings I don't know what to do with, secrets behind every hallway, and emotional landmines in the shape of men with tortured gazes. Clara sits across from me in the library, eyes running across the letters of the book laid out in front of her with keen interest. She was still distant. Guarded. Although following these past few days, little pieces of her have been slipping through the cracks.

Cal moved three times as much as anyone else and said nothing. By evening the rooms were settled enough. Claire put her books on the windowsill shelf — three healer manuals, two she had bought at a shop on the way through town, one she had found in the pack house library and asked Rowan if she could borrow. She hung one photograph on the wall above the desk. Her parents, her father's arm around her mother's shoulder, both of them squinting into summer sun. Her mother young in it, twenty-something, before Claire was born, in a field that Claire now suspected was North Ridge land.

I asked, leaning against the bookcase. “No reason,” Clara said, now grinning openly. “You are not angry?” “Nope.” “Upset?” “Nope.” “Have questions?” Clara pulled a book from the shelf one about a myth passed down only among those with wolf blood. She studied it for a few seconds, then opened it and flipped through the pages. “I already know mostly everything,” Clara said with a smirk. My lips curved upward and I stepped closer, trapping her between my body and the bookcase. I ran my fingers lightly up the sides of her arms and felt her shiver. She tensed and stopped turning the pages, her breath catching.

Darla's lip quivering in anger, she gets closer to Cassandra who clenches her jaws, ready to smack a B in the face, "You will regret messing with me." "You're the one who started this shit, Darla. People might be scared of you, but I won't. You're just a pathetic wannabe who wants to take Ravine's place. Watch out, Raven. She's gonna steal your spot." Saying the last two lines to Ravine who looks away, Cassandra winks smugly at Darla who almost growls like a beast. Walking away from the freshly ended chaos, Cassandra pops in her air pods and covers her head with the hoodie as she had lost interest in studying for the next class. Quietly making her way to the library, she opens her favorite s

The very first words that she read on the primary page is the warning that any content of the book can't be used in darkness, that it should be used only for safety and to put out the self in any harms. Then comes more instructions about what she needs to do in order to make a safe reading and what not. As she opens the next pages, some parts are confusing so she starts reading slowly again. After an hour, which seemed like hours, or maybe minutes because time isn't really something that matter anymore, Cassandra closed the book. Her head is starting to ache from all the thinking so she decided to go back to the Kingdom. And she was surprised that when she's about to open the door of Marcus

I sighed, raised a brow, “And that is? Also, just tell me everything you want to at once, no need to break it down into small bits like this.” “There’s a way Cassandra has kept such a tight grip on the clan. It's an object. A book rather and she's protecting it.” My fingers tightened around my cup, “What does she have? Yasmin swallowed. “A ledger. A record of every deal, every betrayal, every secret the Capriennes have ever buried. It’s hidden somewhere only she knows. If we find it… we destroy her.” My lips parted in a slow grin, “Now that’s interesting.”

"Oh no need for introductions. I am a huge fan of Ms. Ellis. I shouldn't really be in this meeting but when my fiancé told me that you would be here I couldn't help but take the opportunity to meet you at last in person. I have all your books and I am looking forward to the new one." "Thank you." I smiled at her genuinely. "Can I have a picture with you?" She exclaimed excitedly. "Sure." "Give me your phone. Let me take it." Claire offered. "Oh my gosh. My friends are going to be super jealous." Stephanie said after our photo was taken. "You can post the picture but please don't tag the location. We are trying to keep things private on which companies we are considering for the publishing of

And Cassian found, to his growing discomfort, that he minded. He was in Clara's bedroom when Vanessa found him. He'd been coming here more often. It was the only place that still felt like her. He stood holding a book from her nightstand Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own. He'd never known she read Woolf. He'd never asked. He picked up her gray cashmere scarf and pressed it to his face. Her scent was still there faint, fading lavender. He had never noticed her scent before. Not in four years of sharing a home, a bed, a life. But he noticed it now that it was almost gone.

The tension in the air was palpable as they sat at a corner table, the diary tucked safely in Elara’s bag. “You said you found something important,” Claire said, her eyes sharp as she looked between Elara and Lucan. “Something that could finally take Cassia down.” Elara nodded, pulling the diary from her bag and placing it on the table. “This is Cassia’s diary. It has everything—her plans, her lies, the ways she manipulated everyone around her. It’s all in here.” Claire’s eyes widened as she reached for the diary, flipping through the pages. Her expression shifted from shock to anger as she read the entries, her hands trembling slightly as she took in the extent of Cassia’s manipulation.

She kept staring at herself, comforting herself but her body still remembered. Her lips. Her neck. Her thighs. Everything still burned. And Lucas? damn him, he was still in her head. Clarissa dragged herself to the bed after a while, her limbs heavy like wet clothes. She didn't lie down right away, she sat at the edge of the mattress. She reached under her pillow and pulled out the book. 'Her Erotic Fantasy'. It was hidden behind some thick textbooks and She didn't even think twice before stealing it from the Library. Something about it had called to her and drew her curiosity.