Novel & Cerita Books Like Shady Hollow

Chapter 155 Shania adjusted the stack of books in her arms as she stepped into the cozy library at the foundation’s headquarters. This had quickly become her favorite spot to retreat to, a quiet space where stories lived and dreams flourished. A part of her still marveled at how far things had come. The library was bustling with activity as kids and young adults flipped through pages of novels and textbooks. Shania watched a young girl named Tasha animatedly discuss a book with her peers, her shy demeanor replaced by an infectious enthusiasm.

Shane's hold loosens slightly, and he smiles. "Good. I'd hate to have to kill anyone who got the chance to touch you before I did." Out of all the bunnies, I'm the shyest and quietest. However, I feel like shoving Shane onto the air mattress and having my way with him. Maybe soon, but not while there are so many witnesses. _________________ Bram's P.O.V. I don't like working with incompetent wolf packs, but I need men. It's time those damn bunnies are killed once and for all. Everyone thinks they're a bunch of sweethearts, but I know the truth.

, Ashton said. I ignored them and went to check for an interesting book that I could purchase. Jack and Ashton kept on talking and laughing but I didn’t pay them any attention. Jack was funny and I liked that about him. I found a book that seemed nice and pulse-racing, Blood Brothers by Nora Roberts.

ZANE’S POV The rink was my sanctuary, the only place where the world’s noise dulled to a low hum. My skates carved the ice, each stride a desperate bid to outrun the chaos in my head. The Blizzard’s practice facility echoed with the sharp crack of pucks and the shouts of teammates, but I barely heard them. My mind was a storm—Lila Harper’s hazel eyes, her defiant mouth, the way she’d shuddered under me last night.

Shadows began appearing along the horizon, and the whispers increased. The smell of fresh flowers but none within sight, only grass. I followed the smell to an old oak tree. The bark was tough and rough as I held my hand against the trunk. It creaked and groaned as a door appeared in front of me in the trunk. Stepping through brought me home. But it didn't feel like home. It was cold, empty, with grayness overcast through it. Breath was visible in front of me as I took deep breaths. All light and love had sucked out of it. This time I heard his voice. Damian!

“Laura… I… Can’t…Breathe.” “Crud, I’m SO sorry.” She finally released me but kept me in her arms just at arm’s length, looking me over. “I hate to say it Chicka, but you look good. Like, way good…” She trailed off while still inspecting me head to toe, I crossed my arms feeling a little unsure as to what was happening…almost forgetting the book I had in my hand, and for the first time since leaving the library I took the time to inspect what Mina had handed me. “Shifters” was the titled, I bit back a snort, real original title. The book was bound in old leather and the binding had seen better days, the pages stained in yellows and almost browns. Some of the pages seemed to be bent over with

"Unless you want to die here. Your choice. I won't judge either way." "Who are you?" Lyra's voice came out as a croak. Raw, broken, tired. "Someone who knows what it's like to be thrown away." The woman crossed her arms. Her stance was casual but her eyes were alert. Watchful. "Name's Raven. You're in the rogue territories now, girl. This is where packs dump wolves they don't want anymore. Traitors. Criminals. Inconvenient truths. Wolves who asked too many questions or threatened the wrong people."

The shelves here lean in toward each other as if they have overheard too much, their spines bent beneath the burden of confessions no one dared to speak aloud. By day, the library plays the part of a sanctuary. Students drift in with earbuds tucked tight, laptops glowing, and notebooks scrawled in hurried ink. The ambitious gather here, the ones who dream of escape routes, résumés, and futures far beyond Eldridge Falls. The anxious come too, those who find comfort in the hush of turning pages and the scratch of pencils that drown out the noise of their own minds. During the day, the library is safe. Predictable. Harmless.

We’re in the garden now, and the lights gleam over his face. “I hope you’re not making a mistake, Shark. Remember what sticking to one woman did to you in the past.” At that, I snap. I dash into Bones’ space and grab him by his collar, howling in his face. “Laura is different from Yulia, you hear me!? I trust her…” “Shark.” Sara’s voice echoes, cutting our attention to her. One of the two girls in the Brotherhood who are apparently crazily in love with each other I release my grip on Bones, puffing a breath as I turn to face her.

Below them, nestled between shadowed pine and forgotten riverbeds, lay what locals only whispered about: Hollowshade Haven. It wasn't on any map. No wardstone marked its borders. It thrummed with the quiet defiance of a place carved out by the castaways of every court, coven, and pack. A sanctuary of wolves, witches, and rebels too dangerous to exile outright—yet too inconvenient to kill. Sophie pulled the car off the gravel path, tires crunching over sodden earth. The wooden sign hanging askew from the fence read simply: No Kings Here. Nyma stirred in the passenger seat, eyes still puffy but sharper now. Alert. The kind of alert honed in warzones and bad memories.