Del Mar Books Novels & Stories

I stopped breathing; all I could do was nod my head as I got out of the car. It was summertime, and the weather was perfect. The sun had already set for the day, but I was still very comfortable in the little amount of clothing that I had on. This “party” was a homecoming party. My husband's best friend Mark had been sent to prison when he was only sixteen for shooting another boy in the head in what was thought to be part of a gang violence epidemic that the city was dealing with. He was now twenty-three and had successfully pleaded a case of self-defense. This “party” was for two and I was a present from my husband to get Mark back into the game. I stopped for a minute and tried to remembe

Maria’s pov- The car pulled up at the entrance to what I assume is the club Marcel and Diego where taking us too. This place looked extremely busy, the car park was full and busts of people all crowded by the door. "Wow" I breathed in awe as I read the neon red sign that said ‘El Diablo’ I didn’t read much in Spanish I understood it better when spoken. I know its weird being that I am half Spanish but if I am not wrong and that is a big IF then the sign had meant The Devil.

I can only conclude because this is not written in the diary either. "Does Duna actually know what a diary is?" I complained. After storing the ID Card and mercenary ID in the drawer, I took some packets of cookies from the cupboard and read the diary again. If I look again, the first few pages have been torn. Maybe Duna used to write a diary, but suddenly made this book into a notebook. Starting from the Xenobeast category, mercenary system, base system, to how to use guns and laser swords. January 27, 3043

Carlisle was easier than the alternative. Carlisle was warmth and certainty and the specific devastating pleasure of a body that had been awake for weeks and was not willing to go back to sleep, and all of that was louder than the stone in my stomach when I was inside it, when his hands were on me, when the library firelight was the only thing in the world.

If she ever escaped this place, Delilah promised herself that she would get an indoor library in her house. If she ever got a house. She already got the extra room in her house filled up with shelves of books too, so that counted as a mini library. Her stomach rumbled and she decided that it was time for her to leave the library. She placed the books she had and decided to pick up a book titled Guide To Demons and another romance novel to read for the night. On her way down, she ran into Eriel. “Guide to demons?” Eriel chuckled. Delilah noticed how tall he was, as usual, and wondered if other supernatural species had that kind of height too. Was it just humans who were ridiculously small?

That is when Delilah came across a big fat notebook which looked like a diary as it had a colorful hard cover that had a picture of a denim texture. It was lying on Marie’s bed, and she was not in the room. She had gone out with Rebecca to purchase some candies for home. Delilah was intrigued with that diary because none of Marie’s books looked like that. Her textbooks had the subject mentioned very clearly on the cover page and notebooks were all not so thick. So, Delilah walked inside the room to check what book was lying on Marie’s bed.

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