Bookshots By James Patterson Novels & Stories

Edmund said as he gazed at James, whose eyes dimmed the instant he said those words. He knew what he said would hurt him, but he was hurt more than anyone else. “What are you talking about? Do you not want to meet your father?” James asked with an awkward smile on his face. “Father? What father? Who left me, who abandoned me?” —--- Guys, It takes a lot of effort and time to think, write, and then create a wonderful story for you all. So, please do comment and let me know if you are all liking my chapters and my book so far or not. If you guys ever find it boring or something at any point, then just let me know! I am here to add a lot of spices to make it spicy and catchy for you all! So, Don

“But –“ I am cut off by the wolf , as it growls lowly. He slowly gets up , his teeth shows as he snarls at something or someone that is behind my mother and I. “Let her go…” I hear my husbands voice, to which I turn to look at him. He gets up from the bed after untangling himself from Andrew and Britney. He tries his best to walk over to me but he seems to be a bit drowsy. Behing him , I watch as Andrew begins to stir and awaken due to Xavier’s movement.

The older lady patted her shoulder lightly while returning the smile then headed back to her business leaving Amy behind. "Where do I start from?" Confused Amelia whispered. "What kind of Christian books would be less boring?" She exhaled deeply while her fingers traced through the books on the shelf. “‘Ahaha!” exclaimed confused Amy as she picked out a book from the shelf. “What could this be about?” wondered Amy while she read the synopsis of the book in her hand. She read out in an undertone, “Filled with faith and inspiration, Break Out will challenge you to build a new prespective, let nothing hold you back…” Nodding her head in concurrence to the words she read, “ hmmmmm…. I certainly

She asked before Mr Martins audibly cleared his throat. "Uhm. The book" He turned to Zach. "The book you're holding unto from the library?" Then Zach pulled out a significant novel from his jacket trying his best to shield the title from Regina- -the title that was clearly shown on the other sides, the voices in your head. -a psychological true life thriller about a young boy with the gift of hearing dead people's voices. And Zach had wandered, if there was a chance--it was his gift, and if maybe his was paranormal.

"Aww a mini Lance. That's so adorable. And what's the book about." "About a girl falling for someone unexpected. The same guy that told her on her worst day that, one day a stranger will walk into her life and will flip her world upside down. And it will make her realize as to why it never worked out with anyone else but him." I smiled while looking at him in the crowd. "The book is called, My Personal BodyGuard. Based on true events." I smiled. Once my interview was over there was a meet and greet. I walked over there and there was a big line. It lasted about 2 hours.

It was as if they existed in their own little world, oblivious to the absolutevdiscomfort they are causing me. With a clenched jaw, I watch as she invites him in. My heart pounds crazily in my chest and the sting of jealousy gnaws even more at me from within. Where is this brotha going? Must be selling cookies or some shit... =================================== This book takes a lot to write... I would appreciate it if you could show me some love :-) ... Please remember to vote, comment, share and follow! Kellisa Kelly

He said, rolling his eyes at the memory. “This is so strange,” James said, massaging his temples. “Im just as confused as you are,” Matt shrugged, shaking his head. “ill have a look through some books, maybe theres something in there,” James said, tapping his chin. “Give me some books, ill help, I want answers as much as I do,” “That would help, thanks” James said, running a hand through his blond hair. Matt nodded, thinking how they could find the answers sooner and which books to look in first when a thought came to mind.

By now, the soothing holiday tunes on the speaker were nearly drowned out by all the chatter in the building. “I guess it wouldn't hurt,” I muttered to Patrick. We worked well together, handing each other paper or tape when we needed it. And the line of six people grew exponentially before it dwindled back down. When I sent off the last customer with a plaid wrapped box with a pinecone and cinnamon stick attached, I nearly collapsed into Patrick with relief. He patted me on the back. “Wow. That was a rush,” he said. “Who knew this little bookstore had this kind of traffic?”

"Can we go to the bookshop?" They went. The shop occupied a converted house three streets over, with a resident dog named Duchess who greeted Noah by name and a whole shelf dedicated to field guides that Noah navigated with the confidence of a regular. He selected three books with careful deliberation — one on Pacific Northwest raptors, one a slim volume on migratory patterns he'd apparently been eyeing for weeks, and a third that surprised Adrian: a novel about a woman who builds something from nothing, its cover showing a small house under construction against a wide sky. "That one's for Mom," Noah said, setting it on the counter with the others. "She'll like it. Because she's Mom."

Chapter 1 22:33 Oct 24, 2022 (UTC+0 17:03 Oct 24, 2022) 1087 words Drafts(2) Trash(0)  Your modification request for this episode is under review by your agent. Chapter 17 Scarlett The next day was as usual and surprisingly no one visited me. I found a few books that were placed on the table. It was the Harry Potter series. Taking the book, I went to bed and hopped up. Leaning back, I started reading. The book captivated me wholly and I didnt know how many hours passed until a soft knock came on the door.