Kasur In The Book Novels & Stories

A sharp scent of incense welcomes me as Asher pulls open a door and drags me into a room floored with exotic hardwood. "Wow! Is this your room?" I ask, looking at the large exquisite wooden bookcase covering half of the wall on one side of the room, fully filled with books. There's a connected study table and a few books are also lying scattered above it. "Yeah.." he nods and plops down on the big bulky bed propped up against the wall opposite the doors, letting me study his room.

I made sure to luck it behind me. Then I took a cursory glance around her room, they were tidy but filled with books. Cassie definitely loved to read. The room was just as big as my room in my parents’ mansion and slightly bigger than the one I lived in. “This is really nice.” I said to myself. Then I moved to her bed. The sheets were soft and silky… too comfortable for their own good. I sprawled out and closed my eyes. “I hope she shows up soon.” *** “Ledger.”

Big and bold. Kael scoots over, creating a small sliver of space for me, and I fold myself awkwardly onto his tiny bed. My body contorts, cramped into angles that feel more like origami than comfort. I open the book, and of course—it is about space, just like the rest of his room, where planets dangle from the ceiling and stars scatter across the wallpaper. At least it’s educational, though that’s little comfort. A groan slips out before I can stop it. Which fool bought this monstrosity? Then realization crashes down like a cruel punch. It was me. I cursed myself with this. Never again will I encourage bedtime reading.

The universe would have had to gamble some of the ozone layer just for those words to even be placed in that order. I was willing to take it an extra step. Even Cassian didn't seem to believe what he just heard. He shook his head, bit his lip and then slightly tilted his head as he looked at me. "I must've heard you wrong, because what I heard is that you want to read me a bedtime story,” he commented with his eyes still transfixed on me. "That's exactly what I said,” I responded as I waved the book in the air. “I don't know if you've read this book about the king who had everything he could have wished for, except for a soul,” I added as I showed him the cover.

Ross was a monster, a predator cloaked in charm and cunning. I’d heard he was gathering allies. People who deemed me worthy as an enemy were welcome to stay in his pack. If Elijah and Coby had sought him out… No. They wouldn’t be that reckless. Would they? A sharp knock at the door pulled me from my spiraling thoughts. I didn’t need to turn to know who it was. Kas’s footsteps were as familiar as my own. The door creaked open, and he stepped inside, his broad frame filling the doorway. His face was grim, his usual stoic mask cracked by the faint lines of worry etched into his brow.

There is also a lot of people wandering around. He walks towards the bookstall when a book catches his attention. Kasper frowned upon reading its title, The Devil Werewolf. "Oh, hello there! You must be interested in mythical creatures. Are you going to buy that book?" asked an old man, who seemed to be the seller. "Yes," he just said. The seller tells him the price and Kasper immediately pays for it. After Kasper bought the book, he find a place that can be a seat. He also uses his mind link to tell Flint his whereabouts, it wasn't far from the place where Flint buys food.

##Chapter 4: Cassidy Book One: Stay A low groan rumbles its way from deep within the mountain of pillows and blankets. "I don't feel good," the voice croaks. "I think I have the flu." I snort with about as much derision as I can muster. "What you technically have is called the twenty-four-hour booze flu," I singsong gleefully before yanking open the thick, ugly blue curtains covering our dorm room window and allowing bright sunlight to filter in.

Where did she go? “Kas?” I ask out loud. I hear a little growl coming from under the solid mahogany bed frame. I bend down and look. Sure enough, I see her glowing purple eyes looking at me. She has positioned herself so there is no way I could possibly reach her without lifting the whole bed. "I think I fucked up." I say to Saint. "Yeah. Well said, dummy." Kas's POV I wake up in a large comfortable bed. I take in my surroundings. The room around me is light and airy. The furniture is mahogany and the linens are made of silk. I'm definitely not in the Silver Moon packhouse. I'm not in a hospital room either.

Chapter 7 Narat’s POV The bed felt so comfortable that I really did not want to get up anytime soon. I had not felt this relaxed in a long time. Wait a second. Why did my bed have a heartbeat? Why did it hold me? I opened my eyes slowly. HUH!! Why was I in Kasit’s arms? He cuddled me like I was his lover. I got up immediately. “What are you doing on the bed with me, you pervert!!!”

As the hand got closer,an invisible force pressed her back onto the cold, unforgiving surface of the bed. Kasia's eyes fluttered open, and her vision blurred as if she had just emerged from a deep, unsettling dream. The room around her was dimly lit, and she couldn't immediately recall how she had ended up here. Her body felt heavy, and a deep nausea churned within her.