Books Like Outlander Novels & Stories

Two hours later, Jamie and Claire have gone at it multiple times, all while gallivanting through eighteenth century Scotland, dodging the horrible British soldiers. "I can't believe you just sat through two hours of Outlander," she says as she stands to take the empty popcorn bowl into the kitchen. I pick up the empty beer bottles by their necks and follow her. "I have three older sisters. By far, that wasn't the worst thing I've ever watched. Although I have one problem with the whole thing." "Really," she deadpans. "What could you possibly find wrong about Outlander? It's a great show."

There were piles of books on her table, and there was a request for more books that she had drafted out. “My lady, let us leave.” Liora begged, following behind me impatiently. I checked through some of her books, and they were mostly fiction. My eyes caught a particular book under a pile of books, and I reached for it instantly. “My lady, you're going to get me killed.” Liora groaned as I picked up the book. “THE ADVENTURES OF LADY KILMARTIN.” I read out loud. “Huh?” Liora mumbled.

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I’ve lived my life, protecting myself from the world, from disappointment, betrayal and lies, but with her, I began to bring down those walls until I didn’t even know when my feelings developed into so much more without even seeing a glimpse of her. I skim over her collection, Motorcycle Club, Mafia... Disney Villain tales… and then there are the classics that she accidentally slipped out that she reads before denying she read them. I crouch down. They may be at the bottom, but the books have been read and I can’t help but smile. Jane Eyre, Anne of Green Gables, Pride and Prejudice, The Thirteenth Tale… Smiling, I take out the first book in the Anne of Green Gables collection, remembering ho

I didn’t hesitate. I pulled Fifty Shades of Grey first (cliché, yes, but I needed an entry point), then The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty by Anne Rice, Story of O, a slim volume called The New Topping Book just to balance it out, and two anthologies with titles like Bound Hearts and Surrender to Me. The stack felt heavy in my arms, like contraband. I carried them to the my corner and hid them under the table. I sat down, and opened the first book.

The librarian, a wise old man with spectacles perched on his nose, had greeted them warmly and invited them to explore the dusty shelves filled with ancient tomes. As Scarlett's fingers grazed the spines of the books, a particular leather-bound volume caught her eye. Its title, "The Prophecy of the Shifting Stars," called to her with an inexplicable pull. She plucked it from the shelf and dusted off its cover, revealing faded golden letters etched into the leather. Curiosity burned within Scarlett. She opened the book and began to read aloud, her voice barely above a whisper. The words flowed like poetry from her lips, resonating deeply within her soul.

I glance at the clock, hating the second hand as it keeps ticking, dragging me closer to six-thirty. I sniffle, rest my head on my fist, and turn the page of a book I'm not paying attention to. Since I got home, I've sat here, in my pastel pink pajamas, my stomach tied in knots at the thought of him showing up to take me to dinner. I lick my parched lips and shake my head, forcing myself to focus on the small words neatly printed onto the cream paper of the book I hold in my hands. I've read Outlander a million times, but this is the first time I find myself not being engrossed by the story.

At the very least, she was relieved to escape the confined space of the kitchen. As Marcus worked at the sink, Vivienne wandered back into the front room where her curiosity got the better of her. She drifted over to the bookshelf in the corner of the room, her fingers tracing the spines of the array of worn paperbacks and hardcovers in a variety of colours and sizes. Expecting to find typical bodyguard or espionage novels, she was taken aback to discover a collection dominated by high fantasy titles and series. Lord of the Rings, The Way of Kings, The Chronicles of Narnia, The Witcher, there was even a collection of classic fairytales.

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He added this with a wink and a smile, "Guess I've always had a thing for Sudanese." You're just repeating what I said. “No. Back in the late 1700s, I had the opportunity to live with a tiny Cherokee tribe for a period of time. Nice individuals." “Hmm.” Her eyes eventually found their way back to the bookcases. As she browsed the titles, she mused that he had a varied and interesting taste. There were a few plays by Shakespeare, poetry by Blake and Yeats, novels by Tolstoy and Kipling, King, Koontz, and Clancy, and, much to her enjoyment, the works of Stephenie Meyer. All of these authors contributed to the library's collection.