Go-between Book Novels & Stories

He stared at us for a long, long while, hesitating and deliberating before finally approaching us. However, he didn't speak right away. Instead, all he did was stare at my baby bump. Eventually, an irate Henry chased him off. "You're being awfully possessive of someone else's wife and kid, Mr. Brook!" Tim turned five shades redder and nodded in apology. Moments later, he quietly asked how many months along I already was. Henry rolled his eyes and promptly had his men escort me to the car. The two exchanged some words, but I had no idea what the conversation entailed.

Twenty-five men. Twenty-five stories. One thing they all have in common is desire. Some men fall for the person they were never supposed to want. A forbidden crush on a straight boss. A brother's best friend who was always off-limits. A divorce lawyer who becomes far more than a professional. A bodyguard who gets dangerously close to his client. A fake boyfriend who doesn't stay fake for long. A retired adult-film star determined to leave his past behind, until someone recognizes the man he used to be. There are also rivals who can't stand each other, roommates who discover an attraction they never expected, supposedly straight married men whose lives are turned upside

“Life happened.” The answer seemed to satisfy him for now. He walked slowly into the library, glancing briefly at the shelves before stopping beside the chair I had been sitting on. “Which painting is the author critiquing?" I hesitated. “The Storm Over Calais,” I said. His eyebrow lifted slightly. “You know it?” I nodded. Adrian studied my face for another moment before doing something unexpected. He pulled the book gently from my hands. Flipped to the page. Read a few lines.Then he looked back at me.

he says, and even Lucifer looks skeptical. "How?" Lucifer asks, crossing his arms. "I don't know what it was, or what I saw, but the thing pointed me in the direction of where the book is hidden at. It's in a place where there's no name, or even people." Loss explained. I looked at him with a confused expression as I racked my brain to think of such a place. "There's a place like that?" I ask him, and Loss nods. "Yes, we just don't know it." he replies, and he takes my hand as his wings pop out.

Both were really awkward at each other at first but when they found out that both were reading the same book, they eventually got a comfortable to talk at each other. “So, you also read that book-” “Yeah, I got into it after a friend of mine recommended it to me.” “Isn’t it a great book.” “Yeah, I got hooked on it after reading the first chapter.” “bla-bla-bla” Both continued to talked to each other and enjoyed their conversation. “I was feeling an awkward atmosphere growing between our table so I was gonna try to start a conversation but when you brought out your book, I was just surprised to see a person reading it.” The girl said.

My body betrayed me instantly, a little heat radiating between my thighs, my nipples brushing against the fabric of my blouse. Ethan’s hand slid lightly down my back, not pushing, just grazing. The simple contact made my breath hitch. “Good,” he murmured. “That’s the beginning. You feel that? That’s the start of surrender.” I swallowed, my heart racing, and realized with a thrill that I wanted it. Maybe I didn’t know why yet, but the dangerous tension, the raw control, the teasing from both men—it made me ache in ways I hadn’t expected. Kai stepped closer, lips hovering near my ear. “By the end of tonight,” he whispered, voice low and teasing, “you’ll know what it feels like to be caught… be

I found my way to the library, hoping to read up on the mate bond. Thick leather bounded books filled the heavy oak shelves. Hundreds written on the instant bond at 18. only one of the other sides of bonding. I picked the book up before finding a secluded area. I pulled my knees against my chest as I began reading.

she handed the book back to me as if to rid herself of it. "It's stupid. Everyone has a different journey on this Earth so the advice that's listed it's useless," I found myself trying to put the book back on the shelf but I still couldn't reach. "Ren honey, put the book on there," there was this silver rectangular prism that stood right below my waist. I placed the book on its surface and it immediately vanished from the platform.

At least there, I can have peace. When I arrived at the garden, I felt the peace hugging me. 'Finally.' Away from those stabbing gazes, away from that annoying expression of Rosine, away from that indifferent male lead. Amongst the books I brought with me, there's one with an inconspicuous book with a simple red cover. "From One Space to Another" is the title of the book. It is a romance story about a girl who can teleport from one place to another and a boy who was from another parallel universe.

But she… didn’t flinch. Lena walked over to a little table display and picked up a thin, cloth-bound book. She walked over to him, holding it out like an offering. *The Quiet Between Lightning Strikes.* A poetry book. The cover was old and nubbly, the title scribbled in fine silver ink. Julian stared at it like it was an alien thing. "What's this?" "A book," she said, smiling. "I told you. I don't—"