Booktok Author Arrested Novels & Stories

She had never expected the library to be this huge! Who built this? It was fabulous! Grabbing the first book that had it's name printed boldly on it. She read out loud. "Oath Bounded To A Mobster by Evelyn Mba." Turning around, she looked down at the other person that was curled up behind the door of the room reading as if his life depended on it. She had never seen a guy read like that? And it seemed interesting. Flipping the pages open, she began to read. "Damn! He did her bad there. She isn't the one at fault. If you want Tim go get him, rather than use her as a collateral!' She yelled, rolling her eyes.

( Leon's POV ) The HMB group did its best to make that book disappear from the market. The author was anonymous and although it was written beyond his time, Master Sean persisted an investigation about it. So to keep my word, I reprimanded Tobby in front of everybody. He was already crying while I was explaining that that story was pure fiction. “That was only a story. It’s absurd. "

I just put the new books on the bookshelf. Suddenly my phone vibrated. I looked and saw that it was a notification from GC. They say there is an undiscovered author who writes well. When someone sent the link, I immediately clicked that link. The author’s username is CareLikeGoldFish. It must have a very short attention span. I shook my head and downloaded all his written books into my private library before I hid my phone inside my pocket. I decided to go to Ayala to buy an addition to the collection. But when I walked out of the room, I saw a man’s naked torso. He was holding a blueprint and was looking down from time to time at the extent of the dock. He was standing on the terrace just o

"It does not matter, theft is theft. Please hand over the book." Reluctantly, I handed them the worn volume, trying to commit to memory the details of its illustrations one last time. The guards inspected it briefly before turning back to me. "This book contains secrets the Alpha king deemed too dangerous for public knowledge," the first guard said. "You are lucky we intercepted it before you revealed what you had learned. Come with us now." They grasped my arms, dragging me from my home. I struggled against them in vain. "But I only looked at the pictures!" I cried. "I did not read a word!"

"I'm trying to find some peace in this conversation, but your jumbled words are erecting a barrier." The author said pleasantly, his voice tinged with humor. "Well, I find our conversation rather intriguing, and you have a fascinating personality." Xavier stated, poised to exert his dominance. "Take him to prison and let him think about his comments alone." The author made a request that caught Xavier off guard, despite his firm grip on the book. "I'll borrow your book for the night if you don't mind." Sighing heavily, Xavier let the author take his book, feeling both frustrated and resigned. Despite being in command, he understood that the author's intriguing presence and unconventional dis

Roberta lips curled up into a small smile, tears dropping down her cheek. "Why the fuck are you still here? Don't fucking let her move from here. I need to find that pen and paper." I handed the gun to Doris, going around the cabin in search of pen and paper. After I had gotten one, I came back and to my greatest surprise, they were all gone. My eyes widened and hands slowly lifted up when i felt the tip of the gun at the back of my head. "Doris... You -" "You're under arrest for numerous crimes, Jamie Sinclair. I think we got all the evidence we needed." An officer said, cuffing my hand to my back as he pushed me out.

He stared down at it, then at me, shock flickering across his features before the fight dragged his focus back to the next threat. “NEW FUNCTION DETECTED,” the librarian snarled, voice crackling. “CORRUPTED AUTHOR. ILLEGAL EDIT.” A volley of books arced toward us. I didn’t have time to parse titles. Burn, I thought, flinging the idea like a shield. Flame licked the edges of a chunk of them mid‑flight.

The man turned pale, but his cracked and slightly curved mouth curled. "And how can you know what's in this book?” "Because I was the one who wrote it," I replied impatiently. "My name is Arianna, I'm the queen of hell, and this book is mine.” The man remained pale, and the smile that threatened to grow on his lips disappeared very quickly. The hand holding the cane shuddered, and he let it out on the bed, acting faster than I could imagine and opened the first drawer of the nightstand, picking up a cell phone. I knew I should have acted, I should have done anything other than wait while he called the police and reported about the home invasion.

I held out the book. Just when I thought this stupid task had been completed, I heard the sound every inmate dreads. “FREEZE!” A guard’s voice. Loud. Commanding. I turned to see three of them closing in, radios crackling, hands on batons. Riker darted out of the scene. So did his disciples. They scattered in different direction. And then me, the Scape goat, just stood there like a damn idiot, still holding the book. The guards tackled me to the ground like I’d just set off a bomb.

He nodded once, palming the book into his coat pocket as if it was evidence in a case he wasn't ready to break yet. Aria’s laugh echoed from the back, and he turned toward it. That was why he came, after all. Not for the book. Not for the woman with ink-stained fingers and stars in her eyes. Or so he told himself. “I’ll wait for her out front,” he said. Lena nodded. “Take your time.” He turned to go, but paused at the door. Glanced back. “You always hand books out to strange men in suits?” "Only the ones who appear to have forgotten how to feel," she said, soft but unafraid.