Brazen Book Novels & Stories

The polished brass handle turned under his touch and he pushed the door open with pride. I stared into the grand room before me. It was like something out of a fairytale where the prince lives in pristine comfort and elegance. Large bay windows overlooked the grounds outside, I gazed out at the abundance of single trees that lined the paths and pristine lawns. As I took in the decor of the room, I noticed the queen sized bed that sat against the centre of the wall. A four poster bed, lined with matching deep brown woods and red velvet drapes. There were a multitude of matching furniture, chesterfields sat in front of an open fireplace while a golden brass cart housed an excess amount of whis

Lucy walked like a supermodel in her evening gown and you will see the difference between Lucy Mason and Greta Stone. Greta Stone is a highly sophisticated and smart girl while Lucy Mason was a useless and naive girl. Kent's eyes were also locked at Greta's enchanting beauty. " That's her. She's the one who gave me ice cream!", Dilan shouted but Eloisa told him to stay quiet. "My brother, I'm so happy that you came with your family!", Gale greeted them while both of them were stunned to see Greta's presence. " Anyway, this is my lovely wife, Greta. Greta this is my brother Kent and his wife Eloisa." He shifted his gaze at them and Greta reaches her hands for a handshake.

Bri hadn’t delved into what we were just censored the information she was willing to offer Mabel in order to protect the rest. Bri was laid out across a blanket on the dock skin rubbed down with citronella to ward off the mosquitos as she read a new book. I had brought her a new pile back from the library. She was clad in only a sports bra and shorts, her bare feet crossed and bent over her beautiful ass. I crawled up next to her peering down at the book she was already halfway through. “What is it about?” “A girl tricked by fairies, to be their savior,” she said. I chuckled.

“What’s in there, Damien?” “Lessons.” His answer was simple. He flipped open the brass latches. My heart kicked up, loud in my chest. I had thought about the things Damien liked, the control he demanded, but I had never seen it up close. I was still just a girl when it came to matters of this caliber. Inside the box were leather, steel, and silk. Weighted glass toys that caught the light, a braided crop, fur-lined steel handcuffs that looked heavy and filled with threats that made me swallow hard.

With my strong feelings for him, I need to learn more about him before I fall harder and possibly end up hurt. Making my way back into the dining room to find Eve waiting for me; she led me down to his office, opening the door for me to go inside. I stood there for a second; a part of me wished she could come with me. Taking a deep breath, I go in. Braxs is standing on the other side of his desk; the first thing I notice is the book from the library, the one that had drawn me to it. Standing there staring at it, I can tell he knows I'm confused about why he has that book. Before either of us speak, he places the book on the table, pushing it towards me. I look at him with confusion before re

Kraven’s POV Granny laid the leather-bound book on the dining table with both hands, like it weighed more than just paper and ink. The spine was cracked, the cover faded, but I knew—by the look in her eyes—that this wasn’t just some relic. This was a weapon. “Do you know what this is?” she asked, her voice low, heavy with the kind of gravity that silences even a room full of armed men.

If I were him, I would need a break from me too. Bruno is hovering more than necessary. No one would dare to attack me here. Fae and Lycan soldiers patrol the grounds of the new castle. I am the most protected woman in the Two Realms. At the bottom of the crate, there is a small leather-bound book that I have never seen before. I thought I had seen every book in Morgan’s library. For some reason, I feel nervous as I pull out the book.

Garrett The clearing is exactly as I remembered from my scouting trip yesterday. Secluded, peaceful, with a small stream running along one edge. I've set up blankets, cushions, and most importantly—a stack of books. Iris stops when she sees it, hand flying to her mouth. "You did all this?" Her voice is soft with wonder. "I wanted it to be special." I guide her to the blankets. "And I found something I thought you'd like." I hand her the top book. It's old, leather-bound, with gilt lettering. "Advanced Theories in Shield Construction and Consciousness-Based Magical Architecture."

When she mentions that he killed two pack members, Ana whimpers, and my mate turns her head in my direction. Alpha Max takes something out of his pocket that looks like a spray can and points it at my mate. I let go of Ana, and I try to tell my mate to duck, but the words get stuck in my throat. The male with white hair warns her, but Alpha Max sprays whatever is in that container in her face. The smell of wolfsbane reaches my nose, and while it can be deadly for werewolves, it does not affect me. It never did. But I can tell my mate, Elena—that's what the male with the white hair called her—is struggling to breathe. Ana covers her face with her shirt, not wanting to inhale the poisonous air

A book room here was almost as large as a standard library. But this time, the genius of Ethelbert's guess was wrong. When Ethelbert found Coronis, she didn't appear with the jubilant excitement she had just now. In contrast, Ethelbert discovered for the first time that Coronis turned out to be equally serious and attentive when reading. Coronis held a thick leather-bound book in his hand, which looked so old that the braille on the cover was no longer visible. She stood in the middle of a long line of tall bookshelves, calmly and intently reading the book in her hand. Coronis has entered her world.