Flint Hills Books Novels & Stories

Chapter One - Sylvie Slam! The door to the café bursts open. The cold winter breeze whips through the small shop, rustling the loose strands of my ebony hair. Momentarily distracted, I barely notice the hard wall of a body until it is too late. Crash! The sound of several ceramic mugs shattering against the unforgiving concrete floor jolts me back into awareness. As if making a huge mess wasn't bad enough, the sound echoed throughout the room and now several, if not all, eyes in the café have been drawn to me. As the spilt coffee slowly spreads across the floor, so too does the hot, red flush of embarrassment across my cheeks.

Hello readers, I am sorry to say but, this book 'Hellbent~Denied Love have officially come to an end. I know it ended like cliffhanger. Yes, it did. But, there is a new book squealed to this. It is DANCING IN FLAMES!

Ember We regrouped inside, the door slammed shut behind us, sealing out the smoke and the screams and the part of the city that still remembered what fear felt like. The Velvet Coil’s back room was dim, lit only by low-burning candles and the faint glow of sigils etched into the walls. My blackened flame still licked along my veins, restless, alive. It hadn’t faded.

However, Sylvia averted his gaze and feigned ignorance. Flint then crawled out from Sylvia’s arms to Liam's side and sat upright like a little soldier. Liam stared at him coldly. “Bring the book over.” Flint pouted. He reluctantly picked up the book and started reading it from the first page. Meanwhile, Liam finally retracted his cold gaze and continued reading his book. Sylvia, who watched the little scene from start to end, was left speechless. She was almost certain that Flint had pinched Liam’s cheek on purpose earlier. He must have lived under his brother’s oppression for too long to the point that he seized the opportunity to execute his revenge.

Consisting of a quick but loving kiss and a hug. I heard them all start their bikes and I watched on the camera as they all pulled away and left. I just smiled as I finished my drink and started wondering... What the heck was I going to do today!? _________________________________________________________ (for some reason my previous note has been deleted) So, As you can see from the new title, this book is now called ''book one'' in ''The Outlaw Chronicles''. I have planned out a further two books. I can't release the titles yet as it might give away some idea of what is going to happen in the books before it (such as book two can give away what happens in book one and book three can tell yo

Gerey stood up - Jeyrin still concealed in the dark of the library desk, and went to a rack of books. ‘GEOGRAPHY AND FAIRYTALE SECTION’ spelled at the top of the shelf and as Gerey scanned from book to book, he remembered a few he'd read at school, ‘Knowing Wabrook's Water Brooks and Bodies’ by Whitaker Flarogue, ‘Sunset at Ingfalls’ by Simponie Gugh, ‘The best habitat for all - Ingfalls - Book One’ by Cuulambs Nicktra, but they were not what he searched for.

Look for LiLhyz or Author LiLhyz. Other Books from the Author: The Wright Family Series: Book 1: Mommy, Where Is Daddy? The Forsaken Daughter's Return (Completed) Book 2: I Kissed A CEO And He Liked It! (Completed) Book 3: Flash Marriage: A Billionaire For A Rebound (Completed) Book 4: The Devil's Love For The Heiress (Completed) Book 5: I Fell For The Boy His Daddy Was A Bonus (Completed) Book 6: Mr. CEO, I Came Back To Love You (Completed)

The hammock resumed its gentle sway as Ashley began to read, her voice joining the symphony of storytelling that echoed through the sanctuary of books. The twins, now lulled by the familiar embrace of their parents' voices, drifted into a peaceful slumber. Ian, casting an affectionate glance at his family, couldn't help but feel a profound sense of gratitude for these quiet moments—the ones that spoke of love, connection, and the timeless magic found in the pages of a well-told story. And so, in the heart of their private library, the Hills family continued to create a tapestry of moments, each one a reflection of the wealth that truly mattered—the richness of shared laughter, the warmth of