Books Like Cassandra Clare Novels & Stories

Getting close to your target is always the difficult part. “Are you looking for someone?” A voice shook her out of her reverie. Her eyes smoothly glide to her right, where she finds a chic blonde looking at her. Anna scans the woman—short, petite, youthful face—and finds the pile of books on her arms. Almost all are about laws. An obvious law student. Someone that belongs here. Yet, her voice was cheerful and innocent, her stare pure and kind. “Yes, actually. Do you know Yezekael Ferrer?” She straightforwardly asks, catching the woman off-guard. Anna doesn’t miss the tinge of pink creeping up the girl’s cheeks from her neck.

The house smelled like wood smoke and jasmine. Cassandra had burned a candle after deleting the digital copies of her journals, the forgeries that had been shared across every corner of the internet. The real versions, handwritten in leather-bound books, remained locked in a small chest at the base of her closet. Until tonight. “I want to read from them,” she said. Claire blinked. “Live?” Cassandra nodded. “If they’re going to turn my pain into headlines, then I’ll speak the truth myself. I’ll give them the unedited version.”

Clara said, then gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, making her mom smile. "Are you sure you won't wait for breakfast?" Dr. Ellen asked, her voice a mix of disappointment and concern. "No way! And risk going late and landing into more trouble? I'm off," Clara said, then took the car keys on the dining table. Vivian sat on the couch, holding a cup of steaming hot chocolate in one hand while the other was holding the novel Tales of the Great Gatsby, even though Damian had spoiled the story for her by telling her what happened at the end. She was still determined to read it to the end herself, trying to lose herself in the book.

"you're mentioning the word see, as though you could actually see." "Arrrrrrrgh!" Malik growled in a menacing manner. "You're actually grating my nerves, right now, but for the sake of your late mate, Santan. I wouldn't punish your raunchy ass. I'll just… You know what, I'ma just leave you two, before I lose it, and do to you, what I'll later regret." ***** Cassandra's POV I was in my chambers, reading a novel written by Melinda Hill. I was so engrossed, in reading the masterpiece, that I found it hard to even get up from my bed.

Then I exhaled slowly and lifted my arms, returning the embrace with cautious gentleness. “I know you’ve been bored in this room,” Claire said as she pulled back, her eyes warm. She held up a small stack of books. “I brought these for you to read. It’s a romantic book.” She paused, studying my face. “You do know how to read, right?” I nodded quickly. “I know how to read,” I said, my voice quiet but firm. I took the books, my fingers brushing the covers. The illustrated title caught my attention, and a deep blush crept up my cheeks before I could stop it.

"Really? That is the pathetic game you want to play with me? Denial?" "It is not a game, and I am not in denial about anything." I bent gracefully to collect the broken champagne flute, using the movement to steady my racing heart and buy precious seconds to think. "My name is Evangeline Northcrest, and I have absolutely no idea who this Seraphine person is supposed to be. Perhaps you have mistaken me for someone from your past?" "Evangeline." He tasted the name slowly, like poison coating his tongue. "How incredibly creative of you. Very sophisticated. Tell me, Lady Evangeline, do you often crash parties under false pretenses and fake identities? Is this a hobby of yours?"

I’m an impulse underwear shopper, so I hope they fit you,’ Clara said, giving Heather a chance to make herself pretty. Clara noticed she had been staring at Jeremy’s naked body and drooling ever since she came into the kitchen. ‘You can put your clothes in the washer, with everyone else’s clothes. I’m going to start the machine when Sebastian adds his. Leave my white sleep shirt in the bedroom,’ she instructed. She could feel an electric current in the kitchen, something that was not there yesterday, and it was not only coming from her and Sebastian. ‘Hmm… I wonder what happened to those two? Maybe my plan worked,’ she said happily to herself.

Don't be left behind tomorrow. ***** "Clay, where is my book?" As soon as he entered the class, Adimasta immediately asked Clarissa for his book note. Clarissa, who was engrossed in seeing posts on social media, lifted her face. She had already made plans on how she would return the book. Calmly, Clarissa rummaged through her bag. "Nothing. Missed it." Clarissa looked back at Adimasta. "Clay, seriously?" asked Adimasta. Now Adimasta is getting restless.

He agreed immediately. *** On the second day, Claire found two red books titled "Chemistry in Everyday Products." The books were locked in a glass box. Claire realized they might be valuable. However, she could not resist her desire to read them. Claire looked at the old woman guarding the library, wanting to ask if she could read them for a moment. After seeing the old woman looking back, Claire lost her courage and turned back to her seat to continue working on her assignment. The next day, Claire found the glass box already open.

Clara soon realized that pacing would do nothing to help her current situation, so she climbed back into bed with her stomach facing up, she placed her both hands on her tummy, crossed her legs and eyes fixed on the ceiling. While she was thinking, she remembered the old rusty looking book that Jeremy had given to her. She jumped out of bed and went in search of the book, she feared maybe she had left it in that apartment in mystic falls, she searched the closet and suitcase but found nothing. She sighed and started walking back to the bed when her eyes landed on her handbag that rested on top of a table and she walked towards it, she opened the bag and removed the book from inside the bag.