Bookshots By James Patterson Novels & Stories

No way. "You... finished them?" He shrugged. "That isn't possible." I hadn't even given a single thought to it yesterday since he left because I was sure he wouldn't meet up and had only been bluffing. There was no way he could've read eight books in less than twenty four hours. That shouldn't be possible. "You doubting me? Ask me anything." He crossed his arms. My eyes couldn't resist traveling to his hands where tattoos peeked out of his jacket. "O... Okay." I cleared my throat and reached for North Shore Series. "Who were the main characters of book three? Delightful Sins."

“Hey. I actually liked Twilight. It wasn’t all bad.” I offer a smirk of my own. “Right. And James Patterson actually still writes all his own novels.” Cassie grins. “You’re a literary snob. Aren’t you?” I wave her off, playing the game. “And you my dear are like the rest of your poor, deprived generation: You lack taste, Cassie. Taste.” “Oh.” She tilts her head and cocks an eyebrow. “Taste. That explains all those trashy Mills & Boon books you have in the Romance section.”

The doors swung open, and a flutter of excitement surged through Catalina’s heart. She was pushed into a room that radiated strength and elegance. Bookshelves embraced the walls, their treasures lovingly curated. The gentle warmth of the fire danced in the hearth, its soft crackle filling the room with a tender ambiance, while shadows wove their delicate patterns across the gleaming surfaces. Behind a grand desk sat Matteo Moretti, a figure of intrigue and longing. He was nothing like the image she had conjured in her mind. He was younger—likely in his late twenties—but there was something about him, a presence so commanding that it sent shivers down her spine.

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"But I prefer a space that feels inspiring, not intimidating." "It definitely is inspiring," I agreed, stepping further into the room. My fingers trailed across the spines of the books, drawn to a worn copy of "Pride and Prejudice." "You have quite the collection," I remarked. "Guilty as charged," James admitted with a smile. "I'm a bit of a bibliophile, I'm afraid." We spent the next few minutes discussing our favorite books, a delightful conversation that flowed effortlessly. James pointed out a first edition copy of Sherlock Holmes tucked away in a corner, his eyes lighting up with enthusiasm as he shared the story of how he'd acquired it at a flea market.

~~~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~~~~ Coming soon: Beautiful and Healed Synopsis: (Sequel of Broken and Pregnant) After being locked in jail for five years, Lucy Mason was finally free. Her life inside the prison wasn't easy. Thanks to her new inmate friend Cassandra. She was the one who helps her battle depression and despair. They got out of prison together and it's game time for those who hurt and betrayed her when she was Lucy Mason. She's back with a new name Greta Stone, the wife of a rich businessman Gale Stone who happened to be Kent's stepbrother.

I dump my bag on the floor and read through the shelf while pulling books out and mumble as I go. ‘Even a book can be dangerous in the wrong hands.’ ‘Ignite.’ ‘Hell is empty and all the devils are here.’ ‘You’ll make bad choices. Sometimes you’ll choose the best of bad ones.’ ‘Tuesday is Fucked.’ ‘Everything’s a game. And now it’s your turn.’ I have a stack of about 10 books before I abruptly stop. "Next isle." I say and we walk up and down the library isles. I climb and jump to get books off of shelves and Aidan has to catch me a couple of times when I fell.

When the sun the up? Oh, well. I throw my phone carefully on the blue pillow on the bed. I haven’t read in a bit, so I take one of my favorite books. Though I have read it numerous times, it’s an epic book. I run my finger on the letters on the cover page of the book. The letters reads: THE OUTSIDERS. I sigh satisfyingly and begin my book. In a minute, I’m already lost in the world of ‘Ponyboy Curtis’, the book’s narrator.

I draped her pancakes with honey and dropped it on the table right in front of her, serving it with a glass of milk, after which I went back to the kitchen and had mine with a cup of hot chocolate. No one was at the hospital when I got there, and luckily for me, I brought a book along, so I sat right beside the bed and started reading the book. The book was “ My Father's Wish” by Bellaboy, a touching story of how a young man, Hunter, was set up by his late father's will to marry his middle school bully, Hazel, just so that he; Hunter, could claim his inheritance.

CAPTAIN ~>> “What the fuck are you doing in a fucking library?! The fuck, man!” James’s voice shot out like a bullet, echoing through the quiet space before he immediately broke into loud, wheezing laughter. “You’re really finally losing your fucking mind!” Heads turned. The librarian at the far desk shot them a death glare, and someone in the aisle behind them actually muttered, “Shhh,” like they were in a goddamn movie or something. And James? James was practically doubled over, holding his stomach, struggling to catch his breath as his laugh echoed against the rows of dusty books and polished wooden shelves.