Kwan Books Novels & Stories

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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 ”

Kieran said, handing over a very huge book to me. “Every one?” “Every single one,” Kieran nodded. “The ones she commissioned humans to fight, the ones she was present at, yeah, everyone.” “I have a lot of work to do then,” I muttered, flipping through the heavy pages. The material used to make them was different because it was way better than ordinary paper. It had the weight of gold and the thickness of steel. “If you ever want to come here, all you just have to do is touch one of the spots I did, the rest will come to you,” Kieran said, looking to the side, giving a chance for the rays of light to hit his pretty red eyes.

She tittered. "You're still cute, babe." Jesse beckoned, gesturing his hand and gaze up and down K's physique. "Yeah, whatever." She bugged out, and made her way back to her mom's bedroom to get some more photos from the sturdy oak shelves. K scooted down the bottom shelf where her baby pictures were. She pulled out four photobooks labeled Kristen's First Birthday, Kristen's First Horse Ride, Kristen Ice Skating and Kristen's First Day at School. Laura literally took thousands of photos of her, it made K smile. She really appreciated how her mom captured those precious memories of her as a kid.

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When we reached a height that allowed me to see the span of the fighting, I signaled for him to stop. “We won’t last long here,” he said. “I’m already tiring.” I focused on the spells I’d read in Morena’s book. I knew that since it was only a ruse to throw us off that aliens created the horrific weapons that were chiseling away at my heroic supernatural warriors, she had to have gotten her magic from her grimoire. Therefore, the antidote was in there too. I memorized it before hiding the grimoire and setting off to save Gwendoline.

How was it possible to miss someone who’s right in front of you? I nodded, maybe after three seconds of getting flustered. He extended his hand to me. “I’m Kieran Wu.” He introduced himself to me as if this is the first time I saw him. Of course I know him. Kieran Wu. Twenty four years old. Born in Guangzhou, Guangdong, China. Grew up in Canada. Went to Korea for college studies. Studied college at Sungkyungkwan University School of Arts Major in Design. Worked as a Cartoonist for a year at VN Comics. Hates chicken. Loves noodles. Loves caps and jackets. Loves to play basket-

Chapter 23: The Truth about Him Faith’s P.O.V “Here you go,” David pointed out to the isle that had all the books related to disaster management. “Try the books written by Heather Shaw and Kane Westwick, so far they are the most helpful ones you’ll find on the subject.” “Thank you so much, David,” I told him gratefully. “I’d be totally lost if you didn’t help me out here. This place is massive!”

Clara found Kael in the library that evening. He was reading an old book about the history of Hidden Lunas, his brow furrowed in concentration. "Finding anything useful?" she asked, sitting across from him. "Not really. Most of these books were written by wolves who never met a Hidden Luna. They're full of speculation." "Then maybe you should write your own book someday." Kael laughed. "I'm not a writer." "Neither was I. But I've told my story enough times to fill a library." She leaned forward. "How are you settling in?"

Kaily looked at the man with admiration, not in a way an intellectually intrigued person would, but in a way fans would stare at their favorite K-pop idols performing on a stage. I looked around the room and I could easily count more than ten books with Alen Covar written on the covers with big bold letters. She also had one on the bed, open in the middle with a highlighter next to it. "So..." Kaily broke the silence. "What did you want to talk about?" "Oh, yeah. Can I have a seat?" I asked, again feeling a bit of an ache on my back and ankles. "Yes, please..." Kaily rushed to pick up the opened book and highlighter off the bed and threw.it on her nightstand before she gestured for me to se