Caught Up In Between Book Novels & Stories

With him now sitting behind me, with me in between his legs, I leaned back. Now that I wasn’t thinking about things, regarding Caleb and my situation, it was easier to just be in the moment. It allowed me a chance to see that I fit perfectly with Caleb. It was like I was the missing puzzle piece. Getting back off track, I focused on the book. It took me a while, but after what felt like an eternity, I found what I was looking for. “That is weird.” I whispered as I read the words from the book in my head.

Both were really awkward at each other at first but when they found out that both were reading the same book, they eventually got a comfortable to talk at each other. “So, you also read that book-” “Yeah, I got into it after a friend of mine recommended it to me.” “Isn’t it a great book.” “Yeah, I got hooked on it after reading the first chapter.” “bla-bla-bla” Both continued to talked to each other and enjoyed their conversation. “I was feeling an awkward atmosphere growing between our table so I was gonna try to start a conversation but when you brought out your book, I was just surprised to see a person reading it.” The girl said.

I read until my eyes burned and my head ached. Nothing. Not one single record of an alpha being marked from the inside out. Not by a mate. Not by anyone. My frustration grew sharp and ugly. “That’s impossible,” I said aloud, voice echoing softly. “Something like this does not just happen without precedent.” I looked around more to see if there was something I was missing… I looked toward the inner safe and saw a book. The book did not sit with the others. It rested alone on a lower pedestal, darker than the rest, its cover smooth like stone but warm when I stepped closer. The title shimmered faintly, letters shifting until they settled.

'it wasn't. Eleanor sat down and pulled out the book she'd gotten from Gabby. What better way to divert her racing mind? She flipped pages randomly till she came across a page, which wasn't a page. It was cut into, with a smaller book hidden within that took up the rest of the page space underneath. She carefully pulled it out. It was an old brown leather cover with brownish pages. A pretty old book. She gently set down Bigfoot and opened the book, instantly getting sucked in.

I run towards it immediately, but in the process of grabbing the object, the journal rolled off the table. The instant the book touched the floor, the pages flipped open and my eyes caught something unusual between them.

It tilted, hot coffee spilling forward as I lost balance. A small gasp left my lips and I braced for impact, but it never came. Luke moved quickly, dropping the notepad and catching me before I could hit the ground. His hand landed firmly on my back, pulling me toward him, while the coffee splashed onto his white shirt. For a moment, I just stayed there, my body pressed slightly against his, my heart racing from the sudden fall. “You should have watched out for that,” he finished calmly, helping me stand upright again.

Don’t look up. A figure stepped into view. Tall. Dark. Moving carefully through the garden. She couldn’t see the figure's face. Only the outline of the body as the figure passed beneath the moonlight. The footsteps drew closer. Her throat went dry. She stayed completely still, barely breathing. The figure was almost past the tree. One more step. Just one. Then the damn book— from the very depths of hell— decided to betray her. It tipped. Too fast. Her knee shifted, just slightly, and the book slipped free like it had been waiting for this moment.

“unlucky contestants…shelf two, book thirteen.” It sounded oddly like a personal note. My curiosity won out and I skimmed my fingers along the spines of the books until I chose one at random. I pulled out a medium-sized book, a deep shade of navy blue. Earthen twine was wrapped around the book, and there was a picture on the front. A middle-aged man with chocolate hair and dark eyes smiled up at me. The cover of the book read, “Arthur Zimmerman, Game 71.

My blood started to boil and asked, "Are you some sort of a frog that come from the dump?" I slowly took steps towards her and without hesitation, I pivoted my feet going to her back and pulled her hair. "Or you're the dump itself?" I mumbled, pulling her hair further. "If this is all fun and games, then it's over," I whispered. She tried to reach me, but I pushed her away from me, making her stumble on the ground. Gasp, chitchats, and laughs lingered in the area. The corner of my eyes wrinkled the moment I saw a short haired girl, walking towards me. "Maurice, the number two," I mumbled, chuckling. She lunged forward, quickly sprinting towards me. "What are you? A backup?"

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE A/N: I want to say a very big thank you to every reader. Thanks for reading this book, it's means a lot to me. Those that vote and those that don't I love you all the same.💜 I wake up really tired. Yesterday was really fun and tiring at the same time. I decide to go back to sleep but that is cut short when I feel Don wrap his hands around me making me smile. I turned to face him.