Books Like Elle Kennedy Novels & Stories

Maybe this was a side he’d kept hidden from her, a side that only came out when he was alone? The bookshelf too, was full of clues to Jacob’s secret. The Story of O . Billionaire Blackmail . Fifty Shades of Grey . Delta of Venus . Books by the Marquis de Sade and Leopold von Sacher Masoch. The Marketplace . Every book Emily selected was erotica. She wished she’d found this stash years ago. How exciting would those evenings alone have been then?

So why did it hurt to say? The next morning, Nell went to the library. She needed answers. Not about the basement not yet. About the name. The library was small and dusty, with shelves that hadn't been touched in years. Books on every subject : history, geography, old wolf laws, something called The Code of the Moon. Nell pulled books at random, scanning pages, looking for any mention of Elara. Nothing. She pulled more books. Still nothing. She was reaching for a book on the top shelf when a voice behind her said, "You're going to bring the whole thing down."

Elle smiled placing the tray on their table, taking her seat, two of them dug in their food. “Elle,” Tasha called her, “Hmm?” Elle raised her brows, stuffing the sandwich in her mouth, “what happened to the romance novel you were trying to write a few months ago?” She asked. “She was writing one?” Irene’s eyes widened in surprise. “Ah…” Elle averted her gaze, “I’m left that months ago, I couldn’t find the booklet anymore,” She shrugged. “You actually wrote one?” Irene asked again. “Did anyone know about it? Did you post it somewhere?”

Sabeerah brought them out one by one. Muslim Girl and If I Speak by Umm Zakiyyah, The Silent Patient by Alex Michaelides, Three Daughters Of Eve by Elif Shafak, On Black Sister's Street by Chika Unigwe, And Then There Was None by Agatha Christie, A Time To Kill by John Grisham and finally, A History Of The Wives Of Prophet Muhammad by Umam Kahn. She picked up the last book which was actually a journal and tucked in its side were plack pencils with bookish scribbles on them.

Leo said. "Yes," she admitted. "I came here on purpose." He looked at her through the gate bars. "Why?" She reached into her bag and pulled something out. She held it up. It was a book, thick, dark green cover, gold lettering. Advanced Business Strategy and Market Development. Leo's eyes went to it immediately before he could stop himself, the title alone reaching into some part of his brain and grabbing it. "My dad had two copies," Elena said. "He won't miss one. I thought…" She looked at him carefully. "I thought you might want it. Based on what you were writing in your notebook."

The bedsheet on the bed was wrinkled, indicating someone had slept there. The floors were made out of wood, unlike the other parts of the house. On the wall, there was a small square clock and three blown-out balloons. This made Elsie's brows crease in thought, she scanned the little shelf, there were books by LJ Shen, Colleen Hoover, Ali Hazelwood, Danielle Lori, and so on. "This person must be a great fan of romance," Elsie muttered to herself. There was no sign of her mother's book on the shelf.

The archives smelled of smoke. Not the cozy kind from the hearth, but the acrid, chemical stench of magic—faint, but enough to make Elara’s scar tingle. She’d spent three days buried in Eleanor’s journals, and still, the words “the fire comes next” burned in her mind like a brand. Ellie sat at her feet, sorting through a pile of leather-bound books, her tiny fingers tracing the sigils on their covers. Every so often, she’d pause, tilt her head as if listening to a secret, and tuck a book aside.

She picked up many books individually and made a pile of them. "When will you read so many books?" Nina asked surprisingly. "When your boss is not around," Elaina winked and started looking for books again. She picked up books from famous authors like Jane Austin, Sarah, Colleen Hoover, and Anna Huang. Nina shook her head and made her way toward the exit.

I put it down on the coffee table. “How about Biographies of the government officials? And World Famous Personality, if you have the latest edition.” “Sure.” I couldn’t take it anymore. I smiled. “You’re studying, Kennedy?” “Curiosity kills the cat.” Her answer was always concise. It hurt, but at least she was talking to me. The book she was looking for was just on top of the table. “It’s right there.” “Thanks for the help.” She carried three books into her arms.

After that he stood and left me in the room. Now barely an hour later he sends me a trunk full of books. Ella moved to stand behind me and I could hear her sharp intake of breath when her eyes landed on the books. "They're beautiful, right?" Ella only nodded her head and leaned down to touch the spines of one of the books. They weren't really books to be precise, well they were books but not really big ones, almost like journals, just bigger and fresher. The covers were embossed in a beautiful flower pattern, each color having a flower of its corresponding color on it.