Is On My Block A Book Novels & Stories

I was laying on the couch, reading one of the books I found in the library. I wasn't really the type to read werewolf novels, but this was really captivating and I couldn't stop myself from drowning in it. It was a big book that was in series. It was obviously new and smelled fresh, which meant Alexei had recently purchased them. Blakely shook her head as she approached me. I noticed her sad expression and a pout on her lips. "Come here," I sat up and patted the space beside me. She obeyed and took a seat beside me.

I told myself the library would still be there when I was ready. On the fifth evening the quiet in the apartment started to feel heavier than usual. Mom was out at a book club she had rejoined. The rooms were too still. I grabbed my bag and walked to Seventh Street before I could talk myself out of it. The library was busier than on previous visits. A study group occupied the large tables near the front. I took a smaller one against the wall and opened my laptop. I had brought the Mercer follow-up notes, nothing urgent, just enough to keep my hands busy.

"Tuesdays are difficult." Elion laughed. "Yeah. Tuesdays." "Elion?" "Yeah?" "There is an event," Cale said. "Tonight." "What event?" "The bookstore in town. The turning Page. They posted a flyer. 'Local Author Night'." "I'm not a local author. I've lived here for six months." "You have a deed. You pay taxes. You are local." "I didn't tell them about the book." "I did," Cale said. Elion dropped the book. "You what?"

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.

## Author's Note Hello everyone, I am incredibly grateful that you have taken the time to delve into my book “Caged by Him.” Your time and attention are invaluable, and I want to express my heartfelt thanks for allowing my story to be a part of your day. Writing this book has been a journey filled with passion, creativity, and a few challenges along the way, and I’m thrilled to share it with you.

What a cock-blocker? Mey nervously glanced at me and I gave her a small smile, did not really want to be an ass although deep down I felt pretty much annoyed. "Oh, hey, Phillip. This is Hunter. Hunter, this is Phillip. Phillip is the librarian, he always helps me to get some books," explained Mey as she introduced us. I could feel Phillip's eyes making holes on the top of my forehead but since I did not share the same enthusiasm thanks to his cockblock, I did not even bother to look at him.

“It will help him. He needs it.” “That book would not help him.” I leaned in closer almost falling and revealing my location. Who was the ‘he’ they were talking about? I imagined it to be me but since when did ominous books concern me? I imagined that they were speaking about random issues of the pack but every time I revisit this memory, I can tell that they were never speaking about pack issues, it was something more. Though the living room was not the best place to talk about such grave issues, it might have been the wisest option. For as much as they knew, they were at a lesser chance of being overhead. Even if they were, by who will the get overhead? A little boy and a frustrated woman.

Shaun and I walked down the quiet residential road. As we walked, I kept stealing glances toward at him. Shaun Hunter was walking me home. I swear the way this day was going, not even aliens landing their flying saucer right down in front of me would surprise me. “Oh,” Shaun said, breaking the silence. “Uhm, so the school librarian told me you have their copy of Monday’s Trouble.” My brow furrowed. “Uh, yeah, I have it,” I replied, not sure why he was asking me about a book.

"Too many books. She'll be busy." Rolling my eyes, I hopped out of the car and waited for his ass to come out. Who knew Alina had a reader's meet in Bangalore and didn't even care to tell me until I checked her I*******m last night. She had blocked me and I had to make a new account to check it out. Good thing her account was public now. Settling my hair in a place, I locked the car and strolled inside the bookstore to find one corner of the store filled with chairs. Some of them were already occupied while the others were waiting for the readers.

He always felt the x-factor missing in his stories, and he hadn't cracked it yet. As Noah entered the building, he saw his Modern Literature Professor collecting books that had fallen down. Noah rushed towards her and helped her pick up the books. " Let me carry them for you, Mam." " That's so sweet of you, Noah," Mrs. Parkinson praised. He followed her to the staff room and kept the books on the shelf. " What's the progress on your new novel? Did you complete it?" Noah signed. " No, Mam. I think I have writer's block."