Defiance Book Novels & Stories

I said wondering where this whole conversation was heading, "I want you to protect her," he said turning his phone screen to me, 'her'? my eyes slowly fell on the screen, a girl with her blonde hair packed in a ponytail sat with a pile of books by her side, she is obviously a nerd even her big round glasses say a lot, she looked fixated on whatever information she was getting from the book that even if an attack was to happen in the room right beside her she may not even know, but something about her made me feel there was more than what meets the eyes, "A girl really?" I asked in a bored tone,

Money, a mere piece of paper, gave him the right to trample her dreams and dignity. Money, is needed for everything, and everywhere. If you have it, you're highly respected, if you don't, then you're destined to be subjected to never-ending humiliation. The world would be much better if the medium of exchange could be changed to love, care, and respect rather than mere pieces of paper. Half an hour later, Emma limped back to his bed, numbly—her mind was a mess. Where did she go wrong? What sin did she commit for facing such brutality of her fate?

The girl who didn’t dare to step out of the room in fear dared to step outside in this world alone. “Confidence.” That’s all Carlos was dying to build in her and she had successfully implemented that as an obedient student. “Wow.” He stood in front of the mirror and clapped. “What a lovely stance Inaya. Fucking leaving me in alone you thought you have saved me.” He couldn’t be furious also knowing through which she had gone. Maybe freedom was more important to her than this prison of love. The constant fear of losing, pushing someone in the same deadly fight, maybe those are something she wanted to avoid since the beginning. Carlos couldn’t even blame her fully for such a drastic decision. M

Charlatans! The back room was large. He searched, until he found the book, he searched for. The book was massive, covered in a thick layer of dust. The cover was locked with a handle that was shaped like a figure with elongated arms, he forced the lock. Nothing happened, he wasn't losing hope. With one movement of his hand, he removed the layer of dust.

The black SUV sat under the sprawling oak tree like a gargoyle, its headlights off, its presence a silent, immovable vow. He hadn't left. He had followed her command to leave her house, but he had refused to leave her world. Caro felt a sob rise in her throat, a mix of fury and a terrifying, soul-deep relief. She realized in that moment that Alessandro De Luca didn't need a throne or an army to be the Defender. He just needed a reason. And as she watched the sun hit the windshield of his car, she knew that for better or worse, the quiet years were over.

Hi!!! Just wanted to pop in and say thank you for taking the time to read my work. This is the final book in my Unspoken Trilogy. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!! Book 1 - Unspoken Promises Book 2 - Unspoken Truths Book 3 - Unspoken Desires If you’re starting this novel without reading the previous books - you may get a little lost with all the characters and the fast paced events. ——————————- Chapter 1

Anastasia just nodded and dismisses her. Sighing in defeat, she force herself to placed down the book for awhile. She was reading that book for almost three days. The title of the book is 'Belladonna'. As a reader and as a critic, she can say that the book was really good–no, it was incredible. It was well-written and the story plot was very interesting. But sadly, she cant read it continuously specially that her chosen profession was very demanding. So she doesn't have a choice but to read it part by part.

“What do you want?” I saw how he clenched his jaw, too while he was looking at me. He shook his head slowly. “I’m sorry, Felice, I’m sorry for what I did…” He sounded like his voice was about to break. A bitter smile came out of my lips as I shook my head at him, too. “I don’t know what you’re up to, Greg, but really, no. You won’t get me this time, Greg. Whatever you are planning to do, stop it. That won’t prosper anyway. I defied the norm once for you, it wasn’t worth it.”

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Tears filled her eyes as she whispered against his chest, “Then burn it down. Burn the book. Please.” But when he reached for the pages, the blood hissed back like flames resisting him. The book laughed—a sharp, broken sound akin to paper tearing apart: “You can’t burn her story, fox; you can only read it…and reading means obeying.” Camela’s scream caught in her throat as she muttered, “It spoke…” Vincent bared his teeth in defiance as his fire flared even higher. “Then I’ll silence it,” he said fiercely. He slammed his hand down, his fire blazing but the pages didn’t burn. Instead, they bled harder and thicker, flooding the floor until it reached their ankles.