Ginger Alden Book Novels & Stories

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?"

If there was an award for the person with the most harebrained business schemes and ideas, Marie was sure it belonged to Williams- Steven’s father. Rounding the corner, they arrived at the room where Alden was and Amelia hugged her one last time before leaving. Taking a deep breath, Marie knocked softly on the door and stepped in. An astringent smell hit Marie’s nostrils the moment she walked through the door. Alden sat up in bed, reading a book. Alden King was a stocky, bald man with thick eyebrows and sharp eyes that seemed to search out the mischief in people. Clearing her throat to alert him of her presence, she waited for him to look up.

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.

I was late morning when Tristan entered the room pulling my head of the book, I looked at him in slight amazement. “We have the conference call in twenty minutes.” He greeted stepping into the room as I looked up. “What?” He asked and I held up the book. “Tristan, this book.” I stated not really knowing how to explain it. “It’s a novel, just a story that I found in the library, but it’s based on a family of werewolves, the two daughters, twins, were born with a special gift, they could produce fire and ice.” I uttered and watched as his brows rose. “They later became joint alphas of the their pack. Do you think this could be the story of the alpha twins that we were looking for?”

“And then, there's someone out there who has fifty one thousand with just two books.” “I knew it all along,” Alicia’s tone made Emily tear her gaze from her phone, something that once seemed impossible. “I knew she was a good writer that stayed humble.” “What's that? I'm confused here,” Emily leaned in. “The author of those books,” Alicia inhaled deeply, combing her hair backward. “The name is Elysia Alderidge.”

En Adela looked at her face and said seriously, 'Then tell me, are all the things you said before true?' Ginger Geller's eyes widened, and he seemed incredulous: 'Of course it's all true. If one word I said is false, I'll be thunderstruck!' En Adela's expression slowed down a bit: 'Then what is your relationship with them?' Ginger Geller's face stiffened for a moment. After a pause, her face didn't turn red. She raised her chin directly and proudly replied, 'This woman, she has been targeting me everywhere, just because she likes Javen, and I'm the one Javen likes.'

“Really? That old thing? Do you expect me to believe it holds any real value? It looks like it’s been through a war.” I smirked at her response. Hearing her underestimation only fueled my confidence. “I’m giving this to you since I already have a copy. After reading it, you would know the answer to my question,” I answered her as I carefully handed her the book, afraid that the pages would crumble into little pieces. Giselle inspected the book in front of me with a mix of curiosity and doubt. “An Almega? An offspring of an Alpha and Omega?” Giselle questioned as she skimmed through the pages.