Boondocks Books Novels & Stories

I stopped at the library door and smiled to myself. ‘Books are better than people. Books don’t hate on you for something you didn’t do.’ I pushed the door open and breathed in the wonderful smell of books. ‘Paradise.’ I strolled to the shelves and scanned through the books, reading their names off their spines. ‘It seems Dante wasn’t joking when he said half of his library was filled horrors.’ A book caught my eye, and I pulled it from the others. “Bone and Souls by B. Brian.” I read the name aloud and skimmed through the description behind it. “This seems interesting.”

He proudly said. "Yeah." Finn ran to his bed and pulled down the blanket for Boone. "You can sleep here." He tapped the mattress. "Why? Didn't we go here to play?" He thought for a moment. "Do you want to?" Finn asked, which makes Boone speechless. He prefers to take a nap. The vomiting and sudden exposure to crowds makes him feeble. "Or we can read books. Do you like books? I have some great stories here." He ran towards the bookshelves. Boone could agree that his mini library looks tempting. He also wants to have that inside his room but his father keeps on scolding him for taking out the books inside the Library. Saying that books must stay inside the bookshelf and must not be kept in his

Book Three of the Badboy Trilogy Written by: Vendité Johnson The Badboy Trilogy Book One: How to Destroy a Badboy Book Two: The Emancipation of a Badboy Book Three: A Rhapsody for the Playboy Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, places, events and incidents are either a product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual person, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

She cut herself and held out her hand in the air, so the blood dropped into the sacred bowl. " Hold your hands together so the cuts meet," he said. I turned and faced her, her pretty face was a charm on its own and I found myself struggling to concentrate. I stretched out my hands to her, she did the same and placed her cut palm on mine. A spark was felt and I knew she felt it as well. The fire began to burn so well. Our wolves began to collide and I was struggling to breathe. It seemed the two wolves were trying to become one and we were the ones being affected by it.

she asks, blinking through the darkness. This cabin sits near the border of our territory- the border between Norbury and Riverton. She must’ve crossed the border from Riverton during her pack’s full moon run when she felt the pull of the mate bond. It’s not much, but I’ve brought things here over the years to make it more comfortable for when I needed to hide out and get away. There’s a bed pushed up against the far wall, covered in soft blankets that I brought in after freezing my ass off one winter night. An old kitchenette is on the opposite side, the stove rusty from years of disuse and an abandoned teakettle resting on the counter. The only other furniture is a small table with a singl

After leaving the treatment room, I stuck to my routine and hit up the Starry Night Bar, accepting a friend's invite. Even with my health in the dumps, I was not about to quit my booze-fueled escapes. Mid-sip, someone stepped in front of me. "Elsie, it's been ages." I looked up, and there he was, eyebrow cocked. "Daniel?" The guy was easy on the eyes, built nicely, and kind of had a Keith vibe going on. That was why I started helping him out, this kid with no one in the world. However, college turned Daniel into a gambler, and he kept hitting me up for cash.

TABLE OF CONTENTS Prologue CHAPTER ONE – ROAD TO RIYA CHAPTER TWO – APEX PREDATOR CHAPTER THREE – HUNTING PARTY CHAPTER FOUR – TRAPPED CHAPTER FIVE – CAPITAL’S TRUTH Bonus story  A BEAUTIFUL DAY TO DIE YOUNG * CHAPTER ONE – THE INVITE TO DEATH * CHAPTER TWO – BAD FRIENDS, BAD * CHAPTER THREE – CRUMBLING FLESH OF CHILDREN  THE BIRTH OF ERIC KANE  BLOODY METELE  WRONG TURN  MYSTERIES OF FATE  DOCTOR BROWN  LATE KATE FOSTER You are about to journey through a story or should I say stories of suspense and survival. The story of Roxanne, Eric Kane,,, Ariana, Thieves, and A Christian and an Atheist

He explained how Baba had intended to give me all this information when they met me or if they returned to the States–a way to help me adapt to my new reality and prepare me for what lay ahead. Xander’s lips pressed against my head as I stared at the ancient book, its well-preserved pages a window to the past. This book was entirely new to me. Its age and origins are all unknown. With a blend of caution and curiosity, I focused on the pages before me, their delicate thinness nearly translucent beneath my fingertips. As I traced a picture of Lord Ganesha, a subtle tingle of energy danced across my skin, a trace of magic from the ages. “This is incredibly old,” I murmured, my voice hushed in a

The drumming grew louder. It wasn't a drum made of wood and skin; it was the sound of iron paws hitting stone. ​"Kael, what is that?" Seraphina asked, her voice shaking as she climbed out of the massive bed. Her legs felt like jelly, but the adrenaline was starting to kick in. ​"The Shadow-Hounds," Kael said, his face pale. He moved to the door and pressed his ear against the metal. "They aren't animals. They are creatures made of hunger and smoke. They can smell the magic in your blood, even through the void-iron walls."

My knees gave way immediately. The sight of blood on the road made my stomach churn, but nothing came up. I curled into a ball, hugging my knees to my chest. What had I just done? Blood streamed down the tarred road, staining it a deep, horrifying red. I felt Noah crouch down beside me. His fingers brushed my hair, pushing it away from my face. I flinched at his touch, and suddenly, I wasn’t on the road anymore. I was back in the dark basement. The place where Noah used to punish me.