Boone Library Novels & Stories

Boone trailed behind me and called out, "He's still a baby; you've got to give him milk first." I mused, "Of course, I know I should give him milk, but where are we going to find it for him at a time like this?" "Wait!" Boone thought for a moment and suddenly said, "When I was on board, I saw a circus, and it seems that one of the leopards they keep has just given birth to two cubs; I'll go and borrow the leopard from them." After a while, Boone approached with a huge leopard, followed by the keeper in charge of taming the leopard.

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

His gaze remained riveted on the mesmerizing sight as he added, “need not speak the words your eyes so clearly confess, love.” C O P Y R I G H T This book is solely a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, incidents and/or occurrences are products of the author's imaginations, and have been used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual person(s), living or dead, places or events is purely coincidental. Her Strength Her Bane © 2023 by Laramie. Published by O. A. F., writing under the pseudonym, Laramie.

“Looks like it.” They didn’t speculate beyond that. They didn’t need to. She was out there alone. Boone adjusted his stance, studying the ground between them and her. He wasn’t a millionaire. He wasn’t a strategist in boardrooms. He was a bounty hunter. He read land the way other people read spreadsheets. “The lower dip is loose,” Boone said quietly. “If she steps wrong there, she’ll slide.” Adrian followed his gaze. He could see the faint difference in texture now that the sun was rising. A shallow depression filled with loose debris.

She hadn’t expected to still be here. Boone sat on the tailgate of his truck outside the medical tent, shirt off, dust streaked across his chest and abs. Bruises bloomed purple and yellow over his ribs. He was thirty-four, built like a man who got thrown ten times a week and got back up every single time. Dark hair matted under his cowboy hat, jaw set tight. “You gonna poke at it all night or actually fix something?” he drawled, voice rough from the night’s yelling. Lena snapped on fresh gloves. “Keep running your mouth and I’ll make it hurt on purpose.”