Darling Book Novels & Stories

Lucas lost his patience and roared, "Then don't let her talk! Tell her to see a doctor if she's spitting out blood. Don't call me!" At that moment, a young girl's voice sounded next to Lucas'. "Daddy Lucas, Mommy's asking you a question! Which dress looks nicer on her?" Lucas' voice immediately changed, taking on a kind, gentle, and loving tone. "Alright, alright. I'm coming. Your mommy used to be the prettiest wolf in the pack, so naturally, she looks pretty in anything she wears." Then, Lucas hung up on us. My already-broken heart immediately shattered into a million pieces.

I reached for the shelves tagged Spell Books on Curses and took out one that caught my eye. It was a hardcover book. The cover was black, and on it was a gold imprint of a spell bottle. "Is it not funny how we keep meeting in unexpected places?" Prince Daryl's voice was small, careful not to enrage the librarian whose hawk eyes followed every movement of the students in the library. But even when it was a whisper, it still sent stills of caresses down my spine. "Perhaps you are stalking me, your Highness," I said, struggling to keep a blank face.

"Thanks for the coffee, Lulu. The line at this place is always insane, and the drinks are always hard to get." "As long as you liked it, Claire! And keep those juicy stories coming," said Lucia Hawk. "Absolutely!" … Meanwhile, Edith was living the good life in Ausward, with sunshine, beaches, surfing, and dancing. As usual, she planned to stay until spring, returning only when the weather warmed back home. This year was no different—until, during a casual day out shopping, she wandered into a bookstore and spotted an Danglish version of "Seven Days". The entire cover was in Danglish, except for one thing that stood out. It was the author's name, written in Hebranian—Mindy Harrison!

Whether she was willing to listen to me or not, I was going to do what I wanted to. I dropped the idea of going back to check up on Darius as Hazel got into describing what had happened in the book she'd just finished reading. Apparently, it was a love story between a mafia heir and a runaway princess. While I would always jump on an opportunity to read, I couldn't help but countdown the minutes that was left till it was time. Around an hour later, the said time arrived

Della stopped laughing as soon as she realized the stranger was staring. "Yeah, it's beauty." He smirked at her and she blushed. That was the cheeses thing she had ever heard from anyone. "What are you reading?" She asked. "Pride and Prejudice." He said with a grin. "That's one of my favorite books. Mr. Darcy-" She squirmed. Her eyes flashed with happiness whenever she talked to about her favorite worldly possessions. "Yeah, I just recently started reading it." He sipped on his black coffee. "Well then I don't want to spoil all the fun from you." Della smiled holding her cup with both hands. Loving the warmth even though it wasn't that cold outside, it was a habit.

“And you liked it, didn’t you, darling?” Her fiery gaze from when she arrived pins me, “Don’t call me that i am nobody’s darling.” “You’re wrong, Mirabelle.” I shake my head. “You’re your stepbrother’s darling and you love that don’t you?” “Get out,” she snarls, pulling her shirt down. “You got your way.” My way?

Kennedy POV. The weather was bad, but I needed to get that new book, it's Robert birthday gift, who'd knew a grown up man would kill for the newest werewolf love book. I got into my car, drove carefully toward the local book store, they had the new book reserved for me. It was supposed to one quick drive, until I walked into the library. A girl was sitting on a bean bag, her blond hair was covering her eyes with overgrown bangs, she tried to huff them away from her face but to no use. She looked young, maybe she's just here with her parents, looking down at the book she had in her hands it was a kids story. Does she read for the local kids? Or is it just for her?

Entering the dining hall we take our seats enjoying breakfast. After breakfast, we met Soren at the north entrance of the mountain. Soren stands bare examining the luggage prepared for the trip. "Are you seriously planning on presenting some old books as a gift?"Soren asks Turing to face us. "What could be more valuable than knowledge? Besides some of these books date back to the kingdom of Highmire so they are beyond valuable," I say narrowing my eyes. "I guess it'll have to do," he sighs in response. "Is everything accounted for?" I ask.

I chirp giving her a wide smile. She doesn't respond, but simply looks away, turning pale. *** Days have passed since my shopping trip with my mother and today I'm spending the night with Miss Ann while mother works. Miss Ann is one of the nice ladies who work with mother. She watches me while mother works and will even tend to us when we are sick. I really like her! "Miss Ann, have you seen this book? It's one that mother got for me when we went out shopping. It's an old book on tactical warfare," I shout excitedly while practically shoving the book in her face.

Daniel commented, feeling troubled. "Just obey orders. She's the boss' favorite after all. You don't want to get her mad. Besides, this is the first woman we get to deal with. It just might be fun," the third man, Hardin, said, staring deviously at the beautiful damsel in distress.