Jesse Lee Peterson Book Novels & Stories

Oh my God ! ** NOTE TO THE READERS: THE BOOK FOR JOY AND LEX’S COMPLETE STORY IS TITLED “TAMED BY THE ONE HE WRONGED”. YOU CAN READ ABOUT IT IF YOU ARE INTERESTED TO KNOW MORE FOR CURIOSITY SAKE. HOWEVER, NOT READING ABOUT IT WILL NOT DISTURB THE FLOW OF THIS STORY. SO KEEP READING AND ENJOY ! **

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Pete had a reoccurring vision of a book he saw as he glanced around the room while handling the guy they found to be a suspect of something perhaps. "The...!" Without completing his words, he cursed.."Shit!" He left grip the guy as he hastily turned over, running back to where he came out from. The flames that made their way to various places, burning through even metals. Lava on its own, flowed like a stream across the carnival, eating everything up. Pete had his struggle on getting in perhaps, it was a challenge. His eyes went across the room as he searched for a place to go through for the sole purpose of getting his hands on the book Calypso requested for.

“You’re right. I’ll make this right. If I can make it right with Jaz, I can make it right with Ethan. No promises about Justin, though--” I stopped, my eyes glued to the cover of the dusty medical textbook in my hands. I tried to calm my breathing as I read the cover, anxiously flipping it open to scan the table of contents. “What is it?” Perrin approached me, the sweaty musk of him more pungent than normal; I felt slightly dizzy as he came closer to me, towering over behind my back to look over my shoulder. “I think this is it,” I breathed, flipping another page. “What Jaz told me to look for.”

It contained a single book. “Woah! This is crazy,” Roger whispered. Lazarus walked up to the book, it was in a glass protective casing. “You didn’t know this was here, did you?” Velma asked. “No, I didn’t,” he clarified. Lazarus inspected the book. “What is it?” Nigel demanded. “It’s so beautiful,” Clarke admired. Lazarus gulped when he realized what it was. “It’s the Book of The God’s.”

James said slowly. "Are you supporting them?" Peter Okeke asked. "No I am not." "You must know that burning a human is setting them on fire and fire is not friendly when it comes in contact with a human skin." James took the book, flipped through the pages then he gave the book to Paul Okeke. "Read that story." Paul Okeke collected the book from James hands. The title was written in bold letters like the previous story he read. It was titled: A GRUESOME DEATH. He swallowed and started reading loudly.

Eyes being ripped out of enemies, teeths being plugged out of betrayers. "Are you okay?" Mr Peterson asked again. "I got into an accident while I was a little girl." I lied, forcing a smile. "Oh! That must have really hurt?" he said, I could notice the disbelief in his eyes. I silently prayed he doesn't ask anymore questions. "Colleen finally slept." he whispered, moving towards his daughter's and giving her a kiss on her chubby cheeks. I breathed a sigh of relief. "Let's go get a glass of chilled lemonade, you can even read some books. I have all Colleen Hoover's book in the library." he added. "Sure, anything that will keep me occupied." I replied. ******

Once we got home, Jeremy thoughtfully helped me put my bag on a hook, change into slippers, and brought me to the dining hall to show me that he had cooked a feast for me. “I called my mom to ask about what’s good. These foods are very nourishing for people who’ve just had a miscarriage. Have a taste.” I pushed away the cutlery he gave me and snorted before mocking him, “You’re thinking about taking care of me now that the baby died? You should have done this before.” “I got stuck on an insignificant problem. Joy was right. What’s important is us properly spending the rest of our lives together.” I sneered. Joy really was the one pitching him ideas.

Something that tasted of ancient ice and forgotten promises, drifting in from the deep pines. As the light in the cabin window flickered and died behind me, a cold realization settled in my gut. By trying to keep Jessica in the dark, I had left the door wide open for something far worse than a jilted Alpha to walk in.

Now that I’d mostly learned how to translate his crappy handwriting, I was able to slowly pick my way through it. The first page described him… Writing a book? My gaze jerked back to the spare room and then dipped back to the journal to keep reading. The next few pages were about his pack buddies and his family. He seemed close to them. Then his book was mentioned again. Insurrection. I dropped the journal again, and crossed the hallway yet another time, stopping in front of the bookshelf. My eyes scanned the many, many books, until… Insurrection. Bingo. I grabbed the paperback off the shelf, and my eyes scanned the cover. It had a snake and a skull and looked kind of epic, definitely someth