Bookworm Wow Novels & Stories

Whiskey + friends + secrets = big trouble coming, I literally saw her smirk. I walked down the dark hall to Jaxon’s room. The door creaked like it was laughing at me. I dropped to my knees, stuck my hand under the bed, and felt around. Bingo! An old school book with the middle cut out like a bad spy movie. Honestly I was dumb founded though, I had only watched these in movies and then read them in books. All these colleges from and movies from the earlier generations, life with boys, maybe It wasn't that bad, any way in side was a bottle of whiskey, golden and sloshing. My wolf perked up more, like “Ooh, what’s that?” I told it to calm down. “ Calm down girl I hate how you just get so curios

Power will change, Revenge will change But the only thing that will not change will be . . . The Resurrection of the Thunder wolf. Next book titled : Thunder wolf ( book 2)

It always left her amazed. “Stop being a bookworm and follow me now.” He compelled. Being referred to as a bookworm always made Beth shy and caved in. She always felt at a loss in the presence of people, save for her family, and her books were how she let herself free. Not being pained as much, surprised her, but she chose not to confront it until after they watched the sunrise. Maybe she was no longer affected by it. Or was it the moment? She would never know. She doubted anything could take away the joy bubbling in her at the moment. They snuck out of the manor through the backdoor and walked briskly towards the hill.

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The shuffle of hangers, the low hum of a dusty radio playing soft rock in the background, the occasional exclamation from a customer who’s found a hidden gem. In the back corner, I discover a wooden crate filled with books. My fingers hover over the spines, titles half faded, pages worn. I crouch down and start flipping through them, the paper whispering under my touch. Valerie appears beside me a moment later with a woven basket in one hand and a sequined scarf slung dramatically around her neck. “Any treasure?” she asks, crouching beside me. “Not sure yet,” I murmur, pulling out a leather bound book with a cracked spine. The title is barely legible. Myths of the Forgotten Realms. My breath

You deserve it. You know, I hated the idea of reading books. It felt boring and static. Well guess who is a book worm now. I still am on the ones you brought 6 months ago. I know you would have mouthed the words, slow reader. I agree I am slow but I feel I have to be, because I am a new reader. You know, I can liken reading a book to having a wizard’s broom. While reading, I have travelled to different places and felt a rush of different emotions. Books are magical. I now see what makes you stick your nose in them all the time.

Ruth ended the call and left Alex and Lee with an astounded expression. “Oh God.” Their minds were about to melt down. Werewolves, vampires, witches—were all real. Alex was reminded of a book he read at Books and Artifact where he works. “Lee, I found a book at Books and Artifact that was about supernatural creatures. I think the name of the book was, um, Wars, Wood Battles, um, I can’t remember.” “You mean The Wood War by Kayla Nicky Chadson?” Ha! The boy jolted in shock as he heard the voice of Abigail behind them. They stared at each other, confused about what to say.

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She looked away and continued fiddling with the keyboard of her system. "I thought you had read the book," Danica said in a calm voice. Helia rolled her eyes and thought of how much a chameleon Danica was. "Mr. Wilkinson, I never knew you'd like books like this," Danica said and Mr. Wilkinson smirked "I'm a were-creature enthusiast. I would read any book about were-creatures."

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