Boondocks Books Novels & Stories

With my arms stretched out behind me, I extended my legs in front and crossed them at the ankles. "You're quite tall for a woman." "You're quite tall for a man." His laugh was music that drifted into the air around us. "Yes, I am. Sorry. That was a dumb thing to say. Your legs just seem to go on for miles." "I'll take that as a compliment." "You should." The banter set me at ease almost immediately. "So, Dan. You want to confess how you ended up on my doorstep?" "Sure, as soon as you let me in on how you ended up in Fountain Inn, South Carolina...alone."

Kendra sat in the library with the book, The Hobbit, opened on her lap. When Rex had first shown the room that was lined with books to her, she’d been both intimidated and overwhelmed. She was taught to read by Olga, but the availability of reading material was limited. Therefore, her reading skills were wanting.

Goof stays by my side until it is time for me. “ Are you ready to party?” Niel yells into his mic. I hear shouting of yes. I hear Connor’s guitar for Bon Jovi’s ‘ Bad Medicine. While they are playing I have Goof help me get my wireless mic on so we won’t have to worry about it later. I lean over so Goof can hear me “ How’s the crowd?” “This place is packed to the rafters with eager people looking for you. Looks like Neil is getting them roused up.” I shake my head “ They should be here for all of us, not just me.” Lug is up next and I know I need to get into position when I hear Connor start Randy Houser ‘We Went.”

Kennedy POV. The weather was bad, but I needed to get that new book, it's Robert birthday gift, who'd knew a grown up man would kill for the newest werewolf love book. I got into my car, drove carefully toward the local book store, they had the new book reserved for me. It was supposed to one quick drive, until I walked into the library. A girl was sitting on a bean bag, her blond hair was covering her eyes with overgrown bangs, she tried to huff them away from her face but to no use. She looked young, maybe she's just here with her parents, looking down at the book she had in her hands it was a kids story. Does she read for the local kids? Or is it just for her?

Together, they ventured deeper into the heart of the forest, their spirits entwined with the ancient tales of bravery and adventure that echoed through the ages. As the golden sun sank beneath the horizon, painting the sky with hues of crimson and violet, Prince Edon and his valiant companions stood poised at the precipice of triumph. Before them, the legendary snow werecat prowled with feral grace, its eyes gleaming with primal wisdom. This elusive creature, whispered of in ancient tales, had long been a symbol of untamed power and unmatched prowess. The creature, spotted moving into the forbidden forest.

Lying in my king-sized bed, I had never felt so restless. The fluffiness of the cotton itched my skin and made it crawl. With a lot of work on my shoulder, I couldn’t help but feel tired every day. A surge of pain burst out from my back as I touched it. Of course, I winced at it. It was from yesterday’s fight. I had made Gryphon’s pack my number one priority, I had to protect what I owned with all I had, after all, I was the Alpha of the clan.

The city roared with the shattering of car windows, a whirlwind of vibrant neon lights, and shadowy streets that seemed to exist in stark contrast to the serene sanctuary of Catalina’s home. Her heart quickened as she relived the whirlwind of moments that had led her into this haunting reality. The unforgiving leather seats dug into her back, a stark reminder of the unyielding nature of her life. Inside the car, she was surrounded by an oppressive silence, heavy and binding like chains.

“That’s exactly what your grandmother used to say at your age.” I wandered farther between the narrow shelves mostly to escape the public humiliation, while Harmony disappeared toward the romance section making loud, dramatic noises about enemies-to-lovers tropes. The bookstore glowed softly beneath the low hanging lights while the snow drifted in thick waves outside the front windows facing Main Street. I paused near the folklore section automatically, my fingers tracing the bindings. Appalachian legends, mountain myths, and local history books lined the dark wood. One specific title caught my eye immediately: The Founding Families of Black Hollow.