Hooked On Books Novels & Stories

Only one hand raised, and I’d know those eyes anywhere. I know this isn't the ending you were expecting or probably hoping for but it's so beautiful and leaves the story open for a second book if any of you readers are interested in continuing the Abby and Damien story at all? Let me know! Reviews are greatly appreciated<3 Follow me on Twitter @HWardWriting to talk and learn about upcoming stories! -H. WARD

Harold was out and I was all alone inside the house. I walked upto the book shelf and checked the books he had in his book shelf. Most of them were of business and some were of Sherlocks books, don't wanna read detective books. There was no romantic books here. In such a big book shelf, there are only detective and business management books. I again thoroughly went through the books and found a yellow color old book, which was neither detectives nor business books. I pulled it out and read the title of the book. PARENTHOOD.

There was no way he could be getting clucky over children now that he was bonded. It had been all of what, four days? He still didn’t know what to think of the omega and he certainly didn’t love him. Attracted? Definitely. But love? Isn’t that what families were made of? Love? “I need a drink,” he muttered as they reached the inn they were staying at. What he really needed was to turn his damn brain off for a few hours and his usual idea of solemnly thinking about things to distract him would not help his case tonight.

When my shift ended, I found myself walking toward the corner table where Kael sat, his laptop closed now, a book in his hands. I stopped short when I saw the cover. ‘Knot We Cannot Untie.’ That was the book he was holding. I can't believe that Kael would be reading one of Linda Lively’s books. “You read… this?” I said, the surprise evidently in my voice. Kael looked up, one brow raised. “Why? You think I only read racing magazines and bank statements?” I gave a small laugh. “Chill bro. It’s just… not what I was expecting ”

Hazel enjoys getting to know all of them, and she feels like she's making a difference in their lives, one book at a time. Hazel's favorite part of her job is hosting the weekly book club. It's a small group of about eight people, but they're passionate about reading and always have fascinating insights to share. One of the members, a woman named Margaret, is especially enthusiastic. She always brings snacks for the group and keeps everyone engaged in lively discussion. One day, Margaret comes in with a big smile on her face. "You'll never believe what happened!" she says. "I was at the grocery store, and I ran into a famous author!

The librarian, a wise old man with spectacles perched on his nose, had greeted them warmly and invited them to explore the dusty shelves filled with ancient tomes. As Scarlett's fingers grazed the spines of the books, a particular leather-bound volume caught her eye. Its title, "The Prophecy of the Shifting Stars," called to her with an inexplicable pull. She plucked it from the shelf and dusted off its cover, revealing faded golden letters etched into the leather. Curiosity burned within Scarlett. She opened the book and began to read aloud, her voice barely above a whisper. The words flowed like poetry from her lips, resonating deeply within her soul.

she says looking at me, I tried my best to hide under my own overgrown bangs. "Do you have it reserved already?" I ask hoping that was the case so I can grab one that's near the check stand of all the reserved books for their customers. I was starting to feel self-conscious of myself as I caught the woman still looking but shook it off as I had to work. "Yes it's under the name of Kennedy smith” she replies. I nodded and looked up the name, once got to the checkout stand, finding it rather quickly then did the whole check out process for reserved books before putting in a bag for her.

"Well, since you are 'Slightly attractive' to him, I figure why not play a game of seduction, yeah?" "Seduction? What do you mean by that?" "Okay, I know how much of a goodie two shoes you are, so there would be no way you would just be down for a classic hook up." "Hey, I am not a goodie two shoes. I would definitely be up for a hookup. He just wouldn't want to with me. Look at me, I'm a freaking frog compared to the women he would go for. He probably goes for models and lawyers like you. Besides, I can't sleep with my boss, anyway."

I had always wished to get into his library, but he was always around to monitor my every move if I insisted that I wanted to use the library. Furthermore, I walked slowly as I pushed the door a little and got in as I smiled at the beautiful books which were carefully placed, just as my hands swayed through the books. Something caught my attention. It was a small hook that was hidden inside another book. It wasn't easily discovered except if the person was really observant. I looked closely again, staring at the book, as if I thought I wasn't deceived by my eyes. I raised my hands slowly and reached out for the book that was kept on the right-hand part of the shelf.