Ginger Alden Book Novels & Stories

Allen said. "Ah, yeah, sure." Ginger said then she shove her hand in her pocket. She gave her keys to me with the peppermint oil keychain. I put it under Raina's nose and let her breathe it in. She's pale yet her lips are so red, I can't help but stare. After a few seconds, I can't believe it worked. She slowly opened her eyes and suddenly took a quick breath and look around. She must've thought she's in danger.

that's what I thought. Alden opened a door and let us in first. He also locked it behind us. The room was wide and full of books and painting stuff. The big and wide shelves were nailed to the walls and inside were encyclopedias from different generations. On the other side, were top-selling novels and sonnets from famous authors around the world. There were also some written in Italian, Arabic, and Japanese. Was Martin a bookworm? I touched the edge of the painting, it was obvious this was original and expensive. I glanced at the man beside me and saw his eyes glisten. Alden was pouring three glasses of brandy at the counter. There were racks of wines mounted at the corner.

Zharn's mother smiled from the other side of the table next to her husband and first child. "Indeed." His father curtly replied. "Thank you." I gave my brightest rehearsed smile, hoping it looked as good as it did in my dresser's mirror. I sat down, placing my purse on my lap, and Zharn sat next to me. "Before I forget, I got you something." "You can't have anything I like except for your ginger hair." She replied coolly. "What about a book by Jamilla Coover, the final book of this Break Me series?" I raised up the black and purple popular mystery thriller novel.

"She's in there. You can head inside." Frank and Alda went in, with poultry scrambling out of the way and a couple of mongrels fighting over chicken feed. There was corn growing all over the western wall, while a couple of chilis were going over the wall itself. Seeing smoke from the chimney on top of the kitchen, Alda entered and asked gingerly, "Excuse me? Is someone in here?" "Of course!" The woman who stepped outside was wearing a red evening gown that stuck out in the surroundings, and her lips were a luscious red. With her curled hair, she looked like your typical

Typical library for sure. ßenlong then walks slowly staying vigilant as he is aware of the guardian of this floor will come out and give them a surprise attack. Alfi looks at his surroundings and he feels familiar with the back of the books arranged on the bookshelves he passed. As he is curious, he gets off from ßenlong and approaches one bookshelf in front of him. He then takes a book with red back. And his prejudice is right. “I... It’s...” He is shivering by looking at the cover of the book.

In Alden’s study, he shows me a large book containing the history of his people. He tells me it was written 2500 years ago and as I sit next to his table and flip through it, he devours me with his tongue underneath my dress. At breakfast, while I eat pancakes and drink orange juice, he grazes my nipples with his teeth and fingers my entrance roughly. At lunch, he carries me all the way to the garden and takes me in the pool with the water splashing around us. At dinner, he pushes all the food off the table and chokes me as he penetrates me until the legs of the table threaten to give in to our weights.

Now my focus shifted as I stood from my seat and looked at Alden, who had just been about to hand me some documents. “You can put them there. I’ll be meeting Inggrid.” He knew, because several times he had to buy gifts and things for Inggrid. He never spoke about what he thought, but I knew Alden didn’t particularly like Inggrid. He only responded with a single word whenever they spoke. Just as I was about to step out, this time Alden acted differently. Everything he did was always carefully thought through. He understood me quite well. But in this moment, he crossed the line.

Lynexia returned to her plate and picked at her food. “So, Lynexia, what do you think of your new home?” Xander questioned. “Its nice.” she responded not looking up. “How did you sleep?” Ginger questioned. “Fine, I guess.” the young girl shrugged. “How did you spend your day?” the older woman asked. “I looked around the apartment, took a nap, and read a couple of books.” Lynexia explained. “Oh, what books did you read?” Ginger perked up. “Well, I actually found a set of books that said they were published right here. The author was listed as Selinas Astrea.” Lynexia responded. “A very good writer. They tell great stories that keep the legends of wolves through the generations.” Xander states

She sifted through the books and was sure she would recognize one of them. "Of course, it's a book!" Rain looked almost deceived. "Because the last time we came here, my dad asked you to send him some books. But, you don't do that, madam. Can you explain why? Or do you actually know something but deliberately hide it from us?" Immediately, Ben felt betrayed and cheated by Madam Adaline and Rain. Hardy's three wolves immediately alerted. They surrounded Adalin's desk and were on high alert. Rain checked one by one the stacks of books on Adalin's desk. She fingered the cover with a damp palm out of nervousness and stopped on one of the notebooks. She felt the power of the runes depicted on the

Then another, and I take another step back until my back meets the shelf behind me. Alden studies my face. His gaze lingers on my eyes before drifting lower. For a second, it almost looks like he's staring at my lips before forcing himself to look back up. "You really look so much like her," he says quietly. His hand rises and brushes my cheek. I smack it away. "Are you talking about your ghosts again?" I say bitterly. A laugh slips out of him. "Ghosts aren't real. But you know what are?" "If I pretend that I'm interested, would you hand me that book?"