Laced Book Novels & Stories

...It took forever to find where the books on lycans are kept, but I finally found them," I inform Tyler before taking a bite of ziti. "Were they helpful?" he asks. I swallow before replying. "Not very. Most were about the myths that surround lycans. I did find a book about the different types of plants that affect lycans though. I think it may give me clues about what was in that sedative. I also found an interesting book. It's called 'Lycan Magic'. I've never heard of lycans being able to use magic so I am excited to read it."

She didn't seem like the chirpy happy go lucky person, but you know what they say, 'Never judge a book by its cover'. "Good morning mam. How may I assist you on this lovely morning?" She asks while a bright cheerful smile is sporting her facial muscles. "I would like to know in which room I can find Miss Amia Crosswood." I say. "I believe she came in this morning around eight o'clock, she is in labour." I added. "I'm sorry mam, but if I may ask, what are you missing Crossword?" She asks. "Well uhm," taking a glance at her name tag "Leah Meyers, she is the woman carrying my husband's baby." I say in a quite stonelike manner.

She wandered up to one of the shelves and ran her fingers across the books worn spines; they smelled of dust and age. The books looked essential and historical. Nueva pulled a brow leather book from its neat row. The front cover had beautifully intricate designs etched into the aged skin, and a thin leather string locked the book's covers. She gently untied the knot and flicked through the aged yellow pages; Eira stirred inside her head. Nueva couldn't understand the language; it looked complicated and old, but the hand-drawn pictures drew her in.

Jake walked to his laptop and googled a whole lotta crazy scenarios like schezophrenia, personality disorder and even crazy itself but none of it was completely relating to what was happening to him. “Shit!” He closed his laptop and that's when he saw it. Lying just an inch away from behind the laptop; its tattered edges and broadness with the dark old cover and the distinct golden embossed symbol on top of it of the pentagram. The book.

“do not read your own book—you might not like how it ends.” Glancing further up the case, the letter ‘G’ was carved in deeply. I scanned the books with my eyes and found myself reading the names that were painted on the spines of the books. Glenda Macon, Gregory Marsh, Gwyn Masters… Each book had a name embroidered on the spine. The books were all black, with names in a flat white. Very few books actually looked different from the others. The one named, Glenda Macon, had a rose with thorns dancing along the cover. I even noticed one that was a shade of slate grey.

Lacey asked, checking over Rex and then Raz, stopping at the severed tentacle still stuck around his ankle. “I’m fine besides once more covered in f**king blood, that thing just stared at me,” Rex said, shivering slightly when remembering the beasts piercing gaze. “AAAHHH F**K!” Raz yelled. “I don’t know how else to pull this off! The suckers are stuck on you” Lacey said raising her hands up defensively. “Anything in those books of yours tell us how to remove this thing?” Minet asked pointing to the tentacle. “Let me look,” Lizz said, quickly spinning on her heel and striding over to her saddlebag, once there moving things aside muttering to herself before pulling a small book out, flicking

I know she stands no chance against me, but maybe she thinks she Does. I close the room door behind me, walking over to the small stack of books on the bedside table. Does Lucious enjoy reading? Maybe the enjoyment of reading is something we both have in common. From his bad-boy looks, I wouldn't have taken him for the type of guy who enjoys reading. I grab the top book that has a bookmark hanging out, marking the spot Lucious last stopped at. I look at the title of the book, before turning the book over to read the description of the book. After reading the book description, I see that it's a romantic drama novel.

Ostana hardly glanced his way, not even as he let a whine leave his lips, and she continued reading and writing down whatever she had found. Laker raised an eyebrow as he unzipped his jacket, throwing it over a chair, and walked over to the couch that was too crowded for him to sit down on, his green eyes drifting over the book titles, and he scoffed. “You're researching-” He bent down, picking up a yellow spined book and barked out a laugh. “Mystical beings? How ridic-” “News flash, you’re supposed to be mystical.” I chuckled as I looked up from my own book.

I was hoping to see something else. Sucking my teeth, I was about to close the safe when something caught my eye. It was a small brown leather-bound book tucked into the corner and wedged tightly between the stacks of bills. Curiosity burned through me, and I pulled it out. The gold lettering on the front read Lila’s Journal. “Bingo.” I opened the book and flipped through the pages. Lila’s handwriting was neat and precise. I could tell this was a glimpse into her private thoughts and her innermost secrets.

Lacy said pointedly. "Really? I wonder what he would think of Mrs. Lacy Lacrosse?" Lily threatened, grabbing the little book from the drawer of her sister's old desk. Lacy looked at her with a horrified expression. "You wouldn't," she cried before jumping at Lily. She reached for the little pink journal with Lacy Lacrosse written all over it. Lily dodged her and then grinned. "I think I just might," she said smugly and raced out of her sister's room and down the stairs.