Bound For Home Book Novels & Stories

I muttered and shuffled toward the library in search of the tan leather-bound book. Atticus’s library was enormous and the shelves of books also housed different magical artifacts on display. I was warned to not mess with them until I understood their properties. Searching everywhere I was growing frustrated. Heading down the last book case I growled. Not having any luck locating the book I gritted my teeth, closed my eyes, and raised my arms “Room of my family's bloodline please allow me to enter by showing me the book for your entrance!” Opening my eyes and tilting my head I heard movement down the row of shelving. Going toward the sound I see a tan book sticking out on the bottom shelf.

The front cover is bound in iron-threaded leather, and boldly written on it with a black ink is… The Rulebook of the House—La Casa di Sangue (The house of blood) Established: 1997–Amended through blood and oath. The book looks scary. I have not read a single rule yet but I know I won't like what I see. The book is stained with blood and I wonder whose blood is that? Could it be someone they killed in the house? The thought makes me panic. My hands start to shake. I can't control it. And then the book falls to the ground with a loud thud.

We came back to the living room and kitchen where he twirled in the space. “Now! Jordy!” Basil snapped his fingers. “The books!” His assistant came forward, pulling out four different books, thick enormous books and basically slammed them down on the kitchen counter. Walking over, I peered at them. Basil came up behind me. “There is a book for bedrooms, kitchen and bathrooms, living room and lounge, and outdoor spaces. Look and show me what jumps out at you.” I nodded. Sitting down, I opened up the bedroom book first. Flipping through the pages, I stopped about the fifteen pages in.

Matteo’s POV. It was well past midnight when I made my way back. The burden of the week hung heavy, a silent chain pulling me down with every move. The hallway lay in a heavy silence, the air thick and unmoving, interrupted only by the relentless ticking of the clock. The scent of home lingered in the air—leather, a whisper of pine, and something delicate, something I couldn’t quite place but recognized as hers.

I was adamant he had to be wrong. "Two weeks or not, this little one is ready to meet the world." He continued his exam, covered in what I now realized was amniotic fluid. "You're four centimeters dilated." He pulled off his rubber gloves, each one snapping at the end causing me to jump. "Are you guys still doing the home birth with Meegan?" Thank God, Annie was able to speak. I was in shock. "That's the plan." "I'll have the nurse call her. Annie, you need to get Melissa home. Has Meegan given you instructions?"

“And you’re late.” The bond between us pulsed again, stronger this time, hot and steady, threading through the chaos. I didn’t mean to lean into it, but the warmth of it wrapped around my chest, steadied my shaking limbs. Thorne reached out, his hand cupping the side of my neck as if to ground himself. “Never again,” he said quietly, eyes burning into mine. “I won’t let them touch you again.” Before I could respond, I heard Ralph growl, ears flicking back. Something moved in the shadows beyond the corridor the faint rustle of leather, whispers. Reinforcements.

The next morning, I woke to the smell of wood smoke and something savory cooking downstairs. For a brief moment, I felt normal, like I was waking up in some remote bed-and-breakfast on a vacation I had never planned. But the tension that lay just beneath the surface of everything here reminded me that I wasn’t safe—not yet.

He thinks I stole his boyfriend from him. “If you’re giving me this shitty attitude just because you think I’m with your boyfriend then you better drop the act. He’s not even my type.” “You wish!” Miles fired back. Someone cleared his throat loudly and when I turned around, I saw the book Keeper. There was a book in his left hand with a black cover. I was expecting him to appear with a massive book but what was in his hand could barely amount to 200 pages. He dumped the book on the counter. “There you go. Our policy states that every borrowed book must be returned in three days.”

As Tammy stood looking out the window from her bedroom - a serene oasis with plush furnishings, elegant decor and soothing colours screaming opulence and serenity - her heart pounded in her chest to see such a convoy trooping into her father's villa. She gripped the curtain by the window tightly, feeling her palms grow sweaty. In a frantic rush, Tammy went downstairs so she could see what was going on but the guests were in the study with her father and they spoke discreetly. She could hear a little of the conversation.

I protested. His gaze was critical. “Can I do some little touch up to the study room and add more books??” I asked. "You can do whatever you want. This is your home. You need to start treating it as such" he said. Everything inside me swelled hard and so quickly I felt I would burst. I never believed Daniel would say those words to me. I blushed hard. "I need to get going now" he announced and started to walk away. "Are you just going to leave like that?" I asked. He stopped on his track and turned to face me. Then he walked to me and kissed me.