Caught Up In Between Book Novels & Stories

“For your information, I had intentionally stepped into your room soon as I saw Boss Greg coming out of the building early in the morning. You were sleeping, and I wanted to devour you so badly right in the bed, but I knew my co-workers could catch us, so I came up with a plan. I left your room’s door open so you could get out and for you to think you could escape. And now, look, everything’s going well with it. Impressing, right, babe?” She couldn’t almost believe it. She couldn’t believe she hadn’t realized this was all bait, and without being any aware of it, she bit it and went with it. Consequently, as of the moment, this is the result of her not thinking straightly first before making

With a final defiant flourish, the pages slipped free, descending towards the ground like confetti at a forgotten celebration. Heart pounding, I bent down to retrieve the fallen book, my mind still reeling from the profound revelations I had just absorbed. Yet, as I reached out, ready to reclaim the weighty tome, my eyes widened in astonishment. Standing before me was a figure, a silhouette cast in the flickering shadows of the library's dimly lit corners.

He squeezes my hand gently, reassuringly. ~*~ That evening I'm laying in bed between two overgrown men, reading a book, but I can't concentrate. There's a craving I've been having since 2:30 this afternoon and I can't seem to get over it. I can't figure out what I want. It's driving me nuts. Everything else makes me vomit. I throw the book at the wall and grumble to myself. Kaden chuckles and Kol sighs. "Cravings?" "No shit!" I retort.

I apologized, feeling embarrassed. "It's okay," He paused for a brief few seconds "I will open your chains, okay?" "Yes," I said eagerly, making James chuckle at my enthusiasm. Can you blame me, I have been chained like a domestic dog. He took out a small key from his pocket before crouching down next to my leg. He slides the key inside of the lock with ease before twisting it. A small click was heard. I thought he would get up now, but he removed the chains from my ankle and gently massaged the area where a bruise had started to appear.

She had fulfilled her mission and so God was pleased with her. As she returned to make her way back to the church, straightaway she had a bird view of a boy selling prayer books on a big shelve. And the book of precious blood the old lady had spoken about caught her attention. It could clearly be visualized from a distance. She went to him and just did what she was duly instructed to do. Then left for the hospital so as to put the advice to action without any postponement. Murmuring to herself, “Thank you lord for speaking to me. Thanks sir for this unique medium.”

I pull my arms even closer to my body even though I've already made sure to give him enough work space on the table. I flip through my workbook trying to find the page I left of on yesterday, I worked ahead so the page I'm looking for is in the back of the book. Only one more week of this workbook left to do, I tell myself. I'll have to ask Mr. Oliver if he has a workbook for the second month printed out yet. I catch a glimpse of Desmond fists in the corner of my eye. The swelling has gone down and they're not as red today but he's still pretty bruised up. I notice his veins pulsating as they swell to the surface of his skin. My eyes trail up his muscular arm to his neck noticing all his vei

"She dropped it off somewhere not sleek. The fake entries are proven forgeries and you're officially cleared of being a stalker." He tosses the book across the room toward me. "Catch." I’m still so dazed from my dream-version of Owen that my reflexes are at an all-time low. I reach out a second too late, and the corner of the journal hits me squarely in the forehead with a dull thud. "Ow!" I cry out, clutching my face as the book falls into my lap. "Nice catch, fan girl," he says, a smirk finally breaking across his face.

the accompanying note read. In the painting , I was lying down with my eyes closed . I could not remember the moment he took the picture but it was me. He lined my lips perfectly that I could not even doubt. I missed him. I called when I saw the painting. The call was filled with little talks and awkward silence so I was in a hurry to end it.

Carol hugged me "Hey bae." I chuckled "You wanna cut your hair too?" She asked "Yeah changing my hair color to black again I think." I said and she nodded "I'm kinda tired to see you in brown." She chuckled and we both go to the salon. Cutting our hair and I finished first since Carol make her hair ombre like Dahyun from Twice in Ooh Ahh. I walked to the bookstore to check out another book. I was hoping to get a really good book. "Amanda?" Suddenly someone called me, it's Andre

I said, stuttering as I fumbled with the book in both hands. It slipped and almost fell to the floor but I managed to grab it at the last moment before it landed on the floor. The book was now positioned firmly in my hand but still, I hesitated, thinking about yesterday when all three of us had stood inside the library before he had asked me to depart and go to my room, and also when he had asked me whether what I had said happened between me and Henry in the library was really true, when I had gone into his quarters to clean the bathroom up.