Brazen Book Novels & Stories

CHAPTER THIRTY * * Their gazes clash and holds, and Rene feels like a lump of bones as he approaches tentatively. His body quivers when he is standing before the brute; both are naked, and Lyrien towers over him greatly with his huge size. "What are you doing?" Lyrien growls, his eyes searing with suspicion, unused to seeing this boldened side of Rene. Never would he have thought that Rene would take up the offer. His alpha instincts are roaring to the surface when he spots the Beta now watching Rene with unhidden interest, humming his approval at the omega who wants to join them.

I got up from the bed and walked around the room, still no pain, how weird. I noticed the bookshelf and decided to take a look. There were so many books, some with older worn covers and others a bit more newer looking. I picked up a small red book and read the cover ‘A Lycanthropy Reader; WEREWOLVES IN WESTERN CULTURE’. I flicked through the pages and put it back on the shelf, a little too intense for some early morning reading. I picked up another one and read the cover, ‘The Garden of Eden’ by Ernest Hemingway. Not what I expected from a teenage werewolf soon-to-be-Alpha. I put it back and my eyes fell on a really older looking book. I pulled it out and it was big and very heavy. It looked

Phoenix watched from the doorway. “You’re steady,” Phoenix observed. “I don’t feel brave,” Elara said. “That’s good,” Phoenix replied. “Bravery is loud. Stability lasts longer.” Elara paused, sweat cooling on her skin. “Do you ever miss before?” Phoenix considered. “Sometimes. But I don’t regret after.” Night brought its own weight. Elara sat on the balcony overlooking the dim lights beyond the facility, wrapped in a thin jacket. Damien joined her quietly, handing her a cup of tea.

I took the paper and opened it. It was a handwritten list, with titles of books I’d never heard of in my life. “Moonlit Surrender.” I read the first one out loud. “The Kraken's Forbidden Desire.” I looked at the next one. “Claimed by the Beast King.” I looked up at Nala. “What the fuck is this?” “Books.” “I can see that.” I looked back at the list. “Ravished by Moonlight. Surrendering to the Fire King.” I raised an eyebrow. “What are these?”

I was a sucker for pretty faces. The only reason I agreed to date Isabelle was because she was passable-looking as partner material. It had only been a few days since junior year started when my roommate came over to me and awkwardly said, "Damian, I just spotted your girlfriend getting pretty close to that well-known broke pretty boy by the campus lake." I immediately rolled up my sleeves and rushed toward the lake. From a distance, I saw Isabelle standing very close to a slim young man. But the moment I got a good look at his face, I froze. "Damn! This guy was insanely handsome!" He was so good-looking that even I, as another guy, was jealous. Isabelle frowned and stepped in front of me.

The bridging tension that had ignited with those first hungry glances now blazed into an all-consuming inferno. The crimson-lit sanctuary welcomed them with the rich scent of leather and oil. Benson secured her to the St. Andrew's cross facing him, wrists and ankles locked in padded cuffs, her body spread open like a feast. Her breasts heaved with every breath, nipples still sensitive from the clamps, her pussy glistening and her ass bearing the vivid marks of earlier passion.

I wiped my eyes hard and forced myself to breathe. I needed to know more. About the Black Book. About where it even was. About what Tyson was really planning. I couldn’t fight what I didn’t understand, and right now I understood nothing. The tent flap opened. I jumped, my hand flying back toward the knife. But it was Brynne. He stepped inside carrying a bundle of things in his arms … a folded blanket, a waterskin, a small pack of what looked like dried food and bandages. He set them down by the fire and looked at me, and his face changed the second he saw mine.

The city beyond the alley was waking: sirens dopplering closer, helicopters thudding overhead, but here, in this crater of our making, time was a held breath, a heartbeat skipped, a promise broken. I reached for the book. The cover bit me. Not metaphor. Teeth: tiny, needle-sharp, made of red thread, sank into my fingertips, drawing blood that the leather drank like a sponge. The title flared, the letters rearranging into a new line: ALEXANDER KANE: THE FIRST BET. Elena’s gasp was a knife to my gut. “Alexander, don’t…”

It was the exact shade of peach as Nabanita's book cover had been, though a little worse for wear. Aspen pulled down a notebook and turned to face them. "I'll need those titles for my TBR, please?" What did he say? Had Lumen noticed? How were they proceeding? If Aspen had read her mother's book, if she still had it, that was good, right? He licked his lips. The sooner they figured all of this out, the quicker he could get Lumen out of here. "Hey, I recognize that one." He put his elbows on the desk and pointed at Nabanita's book. "Isn't that one about a woman who grew up a Creedite?"

It had to be Kellina’s joy sweeping over all of us as her emotions got away from her. After watching and allowing almost every single red wolf to approach her, our Alpha Braun made his typical grunting noise loudly enough for Kellina to turn to him and nod acknowledging him. Braun nodded back and then looked at Athena. I too took her in and saw Athena’s slender figure and fiery green eyes with her long, beautiful fire-red hair going down to her bottom. I felt something inside stirring and my wolf was desperate, but I brushed it off. “Crimson Priestess, has the Red Crescent Pack made their decision?” Kellina looked over at the elderly woman and held her hand then spoke to them all whispering