Jewel E Ann Books Novels & Stories

The Great Library was a cathedral of silence, a place where the air felt like velvet and the dust motes danced in shafts of eternal, golden light. Anna moved through the obsidian aisles with a lightness she didn't quite understand, her feet silent against the polished floor. She was wearing a dress of gossamer white, a garment that felt like a second skin of clouds. In her arms, she cradled a stack of books so high they nearly obscured her vision,leather bound tomes of McKinnley history, scrolls of celestial magick, and genealogies that stretched back to the first dawn.

The reason was simple: Jazell was very cunning; every word she uttered always had a hidden meaning. Rachael had only spent a few months with her, and she could already write a book about her. "I wouldn't say so myself; a stolen necklace isn't a trivial issue." Racheal said, retracting her gaze to the book in her hand, she was aiming at something. "However, you seem to be enjoying watching them get on each other's nerves." She commented, flipping a page of the book she was reading. "Don't be puerile, Racheal..." Jazell purred, staring at an invisible dirt on her pedicure.

Adriana's mother, April, took a deep breath and held Adriana's hand tightly. "Adriana, baby, I have something to tell you. Jewel has been taken away from her mother. "What do you mean, by Jewel has been taken away from her" Adriana asked, confusion cladding her thoughts. Jewel was the daughter of Antonia who was their cook. Jewel was the only female friend, Adriana had except for her thug friends. Who took jewel?

Thank you for reading The Beta and the Jewel Thief - Book 6 of the Delta's Daughter series. I would like to kindly ask you all to leave me a review on the about book page. This helps me as an author and my stories get noticed on the app. Just a few words and a great rating would be appreciated. Now I know I left this book with another cliffhanger... You still love me I know it. ;) I also know there are a few questions. Not everything could be explained, the story had well superseded any of the other books in regards to word count.

“Being Jewish for me is my connection to the natural world we all live in. Taking the time to be in nature, appreciate nature, nurture plants and watch them grow, do what I can to mitigate my own or others negative impact on the environment. Simply being in awe of the world we live in is deeply rooted in my Judaism.” Anna was very impressed by the different aspects of the what one simple question could elicit from such a small group. This could be a project for another Jewish non-fiction book for her company, if she was going to expand into that genre. Until she met Dr. Braverman, Anna had no intention of going down that road, but it seemed to her that she was being driven there despite her

This was the only way to see and spend time with him without him knowing that I am his real mother. I took my wallet and put it in the pocket of my ruggy pants. It's a hassle to bring a handbag and wearing high heels. I want to feel a normal life since I'll go to public places. Anyways, wearing a black cap made them think I'm not Greta Stone, the wife of a businessman millionaire Gale Stone. Besides, weré is not officially married in the eyes of God. It's only a revenge contract for his brother and Eloisa. We're only using each other to avenge the people who hurt us. We had the same advocacy about what we are fighting for. I put a little red lipstick as the final touch on my make-up. I press

After a brief scolding from my teacher, I was sent to assist the librarian. The library was a sanctuary of towering shelves and soft whispers, its grandeur unexpectedly breathtaking. The scent of aged books and polished wood wrapped around me like a comforting cloak. Wandering through the aisles, I stumbled upon a dimly lit corner that exuded an eerie presence. A single book stood out—its cover blank and edges charred. Curious, I picked it up. "Weird," I muttered, flipping through its brittle pages. My blood ran cold when I saw my name inscribed on the last page.

Getting close to your target is always the difficult part. “Are you looking for someone?” A voice shook her out of her reverie. Her eyes smoothly glide to her right, where she finds a chic blonde looking at her. Anna scans the woman—short, petite, youthful face—and finds the pile of books on her arms. Almost all are about laws. An obvious law student. Someone that belongs here. Yet, her voice was cheerful and innocent, her stare pure and kind. “Yes, actually. Do you know Yezekael Ferrer?” She straightforwardly asks, catching the woman off-guard. Anna doesn’t miss the tinge of pink creeping up the girl’s cheeks from her neck.

I gave up and just decided on a spaghetti strap, a skin-tight black dress that stopped mid-thigh with a tiny slit. I don't have anyone I need to impress *mind shrug* I put on stiletto heels even though I know damn well I'm going to regret it later. Once I was ready I yet again sat on the couch in the living room but this time picking up the book Diamond by Koda Crown. Like I said he is a good ass author, and he sure writes very... creative 'scenes'. I enjoy his book to be quite honest. I read for a little while. A little being a lie and I actually waited for like another 45 minutes. Then Alissa made her way to the living room.

Later, alone in her room, Elara lay awake. Her body felt quiet. Balanced. But her mind wouldn’t rest. She sensed the presence again—not pushing, not pulling. Just… listening. “You feel them too,” she whispered. The presence did not answer. But it did not leave. The next morning, the first article appeared. THE WOMAN AT THE CENTER OF IT ALL. Elara read it carefully. It wasn’t cruel. It wasn’t kind. It was speculative. Incomplete. Dangerous. By noon, there were five more.