First Step Books Novels & Stories

In the end, the inquisitive one won but first, I listened for footsteps and when I could make out none, I got off the bed and went for the book, flicking its first page open. The only person who could give me a book was Zena but it was also weird, what kind of book it was. It wasn’t the usual one we both read and enjoyed. It was some sort of self-help book and its title was even more weird. “Kicking trauma’s butt with style!”

” Secret son of the Dragon Lord (Completed) The Supreme Alpha’s Unwanted Mate (Completed) Taming the Alpha of Alphas (Completed) Finally, these books are very special to me in spite of all their imperfections because, this is where my writing journey began, starting from the first book I ever wrote in my life. 1st Book I ever wrote; Despised at first sight. 2nd Book I ever wrote; Billionaire Playboy wants the Mafia Don’s ex-wife 3rd book I ever wrote; My Sweet poor Joel. Thank you once again for your wonderful support with coins, reviews, ratings and gems.

She thought maybe she could see some things that could break the bond. She walked to the shelves and searched around for any books that involved werewolves. She picked up a book from the shelf. The book had a picture of a black wolf in front of the title. "Werewolves rule." She remembered that she had seen the book before. The book was for anyone who had just transformed for the first time. It was for the new wolves to know and follow certain rules. "Maybe it might have something to do with how to break it." She said , flipping the book. It was a book with a lot of tiny writing. She flipped it for some time, until she got bored. She was about to drop it when something caught her attention.

“Don’t thank me yet. If she agrees, your life will change in ways you can’t imagine. You sure you’re ready for that?” “Yes,” I said without hesitation. “Then take this.” She reached under the counter and pulled out a worn book. “This will give you something to chew on while you wait.” I took the book and glanced at the faded title. “Foundations of the Craft?” “Basics,” she said. “But it’ll test how serious you are. Start there.” “I’ll do it,” I said, clutching the book. She smiled faintly. “Good luck, Lia. You’re going to need it.”

I lay there for a while afterwards trying to keep my breaking heart together. Linc Pov::: "Here. Go crazy. You can pick as many as you want." I say, ushering Amelia into the dome like entrance of the huge bookstore. Our first stop on this daring adventure we decided to do on a whim. I know her call with Ashley chipped away at her good mood. But Amelia put on a brave face and insisted on going out even when I suggested we just do it another day.

Finally. She need not pretend any longer. In William’s arms was where she wanted to be. ~The End~ Look for these books in this series: Let's Fall in Love Again (book 2) Let's Create a Wonderland (book 3) Let's be Together (book 4)

Mosi I shook my head, trying to get the black little spots to stop dancing in front of my eyes, so I could get my bearings to gather myself and get off this floor, from under all these books and pieces of wood planks that used to be Kalama’s bookcase. I took some books off of my legs and dusted off dust and rubble from all over me, while looking for a place to put hands to push myself up. Everywhere around me was covered with debris.

They lived like royalty while we suffered like slaves. I got to work, sweeping the floors. The task was exhausting, and the pain in my feet flared up again. I sighed, glancing at the massive bed. Without thinking, I threw myself onto it. The softness enveloped me, and for a fleeting moment, I felt a bit of peace. My long, curly black hair tumbled out of its bun, spreading across the bed like a dark halo. I probably looked ridiculous, but I didn’t care. It was the first comfort I’d felt in days.

Nicole looked at the clock in the room and said, “I’m kind of in a hurry so I’ll make my story brief and comprehensive. After breaking your heart, I owe you an explanation my darling Muhammad.” Muhammad tried switching on the radio on his belt, in hope that anyone on the other end could listen to the conversation if the signal was restored. If Maryam and he were going to die tonight, their death might as well not be in vain. The most important thing was revealing the real identity of The First One.

I would have to wait to dig deeper into those documents when Cam wasn't lurking behind me, possibly catching every flicker of emotion across my face. Turning to face him, I managed a controlled tone. "So... show me where to start." "Well, since you're so damn clueless about this world, I'd start with the basics," he replied as he tossed a book at me. I looked down at the book and almost laughed. It was titled "Werewolf 101." "So, Werewolves for Dummies... got it," I said with a chuckle.