Brazen Book Novels & Stories

he points at her with his chin, expressionless, “didn't you want to join our group? There is the proof.” I swallow a bitter breath when I reach for it and study it, without a doubt it is the same bracelet that the Zanni subjects had. “Why black?” “I really don't know.” He dives into the pages of his new book of the week and surprisingly it is not the one he read yesterday. Had I already finished it? For sure yes. His title was somewhat ironic; The Darkest Book of Cheap Poetry.

I tell him. Flavius nods in response and begins to pack his things. I fill my satchel with various clothing items and few books. "Why are you packing books?" Flavius asks curiously. "Since we are visiting another horde without sending a messenger ahead, I need to bring something that will serve as a gift. Those of the Horde of Fates are known knowledge seekers. I have many books in my private collection that have not been seen since The Fires. They should serve as a suitable present," I say.

One I see as being a waste of money. Okay, I can do this, of course, I can. Walking home I get in and change out of my wet clothes straight away. I hang up his umbrella, I will return it tomorrow. I walk in and sit down. Grabbing the envelope, I look at it. I should read them, so I know what I will be doing as his personal assistant. There could be things in there he will ask me about to check I read it, so that is all I will do tonight. My hands pull out the papers, ignoring the cover I flip to the second page, my eyes widening at the words “The Brat consents”. I quickly turn back to the first page, my eyes catching the words.

“Bree, what was that?” Brianna was occupied flipping through the first book, so she didn’t answer at first. He saw her shocked expression and got by her side to check the name of the book she was reading. ‘The peacemaker fallacy: waging war as a business strategy’ Nate frowned, trying to make sense out the title. “Bree, what is it?” “Love… it’s about the Council. All of them, look.” She got a few pieces of paper that didn’t belong to any book and showed him what she saw.

It was a weapon. "You want a sequel?" I yelled at the sky. "I'll give you a sequel you'll never forget!" I grabbed the silver needle that had fallen from Young Evelyn earlier the one with the toxic green light. I didn't use it on myself. I stabbed it into the leather book. The green light mixed with the red ink. The book began to shake and grow. It turned into a massive, heavy shield. The Bryan-machine charged again. I didn't run. I stood my ground, holding the book-shield in front of me.

Translating the words: ‘To the one who reads this. I, Brynjarr Guldbrandsen, Dragon King of Norway, and my family before me have had possession of this book for thousands of years now. We are its guardians, and hold it in readiness for the one who will truly need it. No one may possess this book without our blessing, along with that of the God, Sol, who gave this book to my family to protect. If you are the one we give this to, then you have our blessing, and our blades should you need them.’ Ash looks at her, then back at the book.

"Just tell me." Ivy is used to Cela's lack of emotion. As her editor, she's mastered handling her so well. "Your second book is selling faster than the first one. Only three branches of the bookstore have not confirmed the final sales yet as of 5PM today but the other seven already did!" she told the first good news. "Really?" Cela asked in a casual tone but a smile shortly appeared on her face after realizing she's having a back-to-back success.

Johnathan asked him. “It’s back at camp. I can go get it.” Owen said. “No, you won’t be able to get out. Spelled. You are just as stuck in here as I am. Describe the book to me.” Johnathan said. “It looked ancient, and it was bound in leather. The pages were charred and there was some kind of beast on the front cover with the words carpe tenebras.” Owen said.

At least, her true colors are showing now. “Ooh, or you have found your mate, but he doesssn’t want a ssslut like you,” her finger runs along my arm as she continues circling and assessing. “You have met your mate, haven’t you? Let me guesss…” her hissing trails off. “Ah! Permit me to introduce you to my mate. I believe you have met before,” she purrs pulling Braeden to her side. I remember Braeden. He’s small for a vampire, and mostly solitary. He is friends with Kyle and wears a talisman that allows him to go out in daylight.

Kevin remained calm, his murky eyes never leaving her petite frame as he waited for her to remove the rest but he realized soon that she wouldn't be able to do it. She was sitting with her head down, and her body was shaking terribly. Her luscious locks fell in a beautiful cascade over her bare shoulders, accentuating the natural curves of her body. The strapless bra she wore was pushing her boobs together far too perfectly, causing the man's body to twitch with desire and leaving him yearning for more.