Kel Kade Book Novels & Stories

As she is near the fountain, she thinks about meeting Hector for the first time. (Five years ago) It was a hot day, and Kelanar was sitting on the fountain reading a book. A group of boys came over and the leader of them, Gage, took her book and teased her. “Only freaks read books,” Gage said. Gage threw her book into the water. All the boys laughed, besides one. The boy picked up Kelanar’s book out of the water and tried to dry it off before giving it back to her with a smile.

I was tired of being helpless in a world run by violent men. I typed in the titles of several advanced books focusing on digital architecture, security protocols, and tactical survival. I added every single expensive volume to the digital cart. Kade walked back into the bedroom ten minutes later. He held a glass of water in his hand, and he stopped near the edge of the carpet when he saw me sitting at his desk. He looked at the bright computer screen and then looked at the black card resting next to the keyboard. "Did you find something you want to buy?" Kade asked quietly, hoping I found a small piece of comfort.

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 ”

So I always made sure there was something she could hold on to even if she couldn’t process the words. I took Celine to the window and gazed out at the city that unfolded beneath us like an expanse of lights. Somewhere out among those millions of buildings and streets, Kade was sitting with a stranger asking him things about his past that were redefining everything he thought he knew about himself. About his family. About where he came from. And I was here. Trapped by responsibility and biology. Unable to do anything but wait and feed babies and try not to spiral into panic.

Furious with the fact that her body was responding to Minerva’s expert touch, she shuddered with repulsion. “Come on,” Minerva teased. “I can see that you like it. Give me a nibble and I’ll answer a question. Deal?” Kendra was at a loss over what to do. She needed to know more about where she was and what to expect and it seemed that the only way that she was going to find out was to give in to this lesbian queen. She saw no way out of it. She worried about giving the woman a little when her body clearly wanted a lot. What was happening?

The books there were all antiques, expensive books that we had all read, some were part of our upbringing, others were relics, and others were simple history. “Alright. Let’s start planning who to kill first.” Cade said, putting down his cigarette and leaning over, his dark eyes shifting between us. “Do we know who they we?” he asked, opening his laptop. His voice was clipped, like he was trying to maintain his cool around us, even though we all felt the same and could very well understand the need to make things right again.

Klyde explained. Freeda is a bit confused because she doesn't understand anything. Klyde suddenly pulled out the book he was referring to. Freeda noticed that the book was familiar. “I saw Jude holding that the other night, he told me he didn’t seem to see anything in it,” Freeda said. Klyde handed him the book. She opened it and was able to saw what was written on each page. "What's the matter with this book?" she asked. "That book is mysterious, it's not just an ordinary one. It contains everything that happens in your lives," Klyde replied. Freeda felt nervous, she didn't know if she would believe it. “Maximus didn’t make the mistake of believing in the magic of the book, because it reall

I've missed him. "Til Here We Find Ourselves Again, right?" he asked her, holding the lamp to light their way. "That's it," Avera agreed pleasantly. "Well, why don't we see if there's any remnants of order left here. I would think it's in the section on divine governance, but why don't you grab a lamp and we'll spread out," he cordially suggested. After a short time searching around the dusty bookshelves and scattered piles, Kelvin returned holding two books.

KADE "You know, I'm pretty sure you think I came to live like this because I lost my marriage." I said nothing. "But that ain't the truth, Kade." "Why do you live this way then?" I asked. "Because I got tired of the numbers. Or the meetings. Or the stale tension in the air every time I sat at a meeting filled with greedy capitalists. I got tired of looking at their cunning faces, of trying to second guess their moves. Of trying to always be one step ahead of them. I got tired of playing chess. It was draining me." He paused and exhaled deeply. "I needed an outlet. Something to make me forget. Now, I literally ejaculate five times a day, minimum."

"And nimbostratus." "That's impressive," Kade said. "He gets books from the library," Eli explained. "Every week. A different topic." "That's an excellent practice," Kade said. "Perhaps we should try that." Eli considered this with his characteristic, thoughtful deliberation. "What topic would you get?" Kade thought for a moment. "I think I'd start with something I don't know yet. Which is probably the point."