Laced Book Novels & Stories

Hello my lovely readers, first of all, I would like to thank all of you for taking some time out to read my book. It is really appreciated and I would like to have more of your views regarding the chaps and how the story is going so far or which character is your favourite or least favourite. Secondly, I had a very hectic month so I am taking a few days off because I've been working on both of the books at the same time... but don't worry I won't leave you hanging. As writing is my passion therefore I am writing a chapter each day but I will upload it together. Thirdly, please comment on my books and give me feedbacks which is so important to me. I want to know what my readers think about th

The suspense reaches its peak, and she can almost feel the character's dilemma, their fear, and their determination. Just as the tension becomes almost unbearable, a gentle breeze rustles the leaves nearby, causing them to whisper softly. Startled, Elizabeth's attention briefly shifts from the book. The serenity of the moment is broken, and her senses become heightened, attuned to the sounds of the night. Still holding the book tightly, Elizabeth scans her surroundings, searching for the source of the interruption. The rustling leaves, now accompanied by distant nocturnal sounds, amplify the mysterious ambiance. Her heart races, her imagination momentarily blending the fictional world with h

she said quietly. When I looked up at her, she almost looked embarrassed. Her cheeks were a rosy red, and she bit her lower lip. The books looked like they had seen better days. They were frayed, dusty, and ripped. “What are these?” I asked with a hair of a smile. “They are all the books on lore about Lycans. I thought they may be helpful to get Luna back.”

Hey beautiful people, Just a warning. This book is an erotica, which means 18+, so if you are uncomfortable with sex and adult shit, please don’t read my books. But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4) Emily Warner

How didn't she see it before? She examined it. Its worn leather cover showed the test of time, revealing faint traces of intricate inscriptions that seemed to pulse with an otherworldly glow. For some reason, Thalia's heartbeat sped up in excitement. She traced the inscriptions on the book with her fingers. They were etched in silver and gold, and they formed a mesmerizing tapestry of arcane symbols.

*THE END OF BOOK 1* BOOK 2: The Lycans’ Luna: Dryad of The Elden Wood Will come soon ;)

I stood beside her, captivated by her unwavering resolve, feeling the tendrils of curiosity tightening their grip on my own consciousness. Time stretched, each passing moment amplifying the tension in the air. And then, as if guided by an invisible force, Lucy's hand halted, trembling in anticipation. Her fingertips trembled above a weathered tome, tucked away amidst its companions on a lower shelf. With cautious reverence, she grasped the aged book, her touch gentle yet purposeful. The cover, bearing the weight of time, whispered secrets in faded ink: "Moonlight's Veil: The Tragedy of the Lycan Lord." The words etched in the worn leather sent a shiver down my spine, a mixture of foreboding

Hell, maybe he could even get his own spinoff. Leah flitted off to work with an extra cinnamon roll, and I was left alone in the apartment. It was still morning yet, so I had time to kill. I elected to curl up on the couch with one of the lycan books Blair sent with me. It was unusual to get a book from Blair that was not old, leather bound, and smelled of dust and aged paper. This one was the most interesting by far because it was a paperback that looked to be written within the past decade or so. It looked too… normal. It had a publishing date and everything.

"You had a facade, Zara. A carefully constructed lie paid for with a currency you didn't even know existed." Luciano walked toward the heavy oak desk. He didn't sit. He moved behind it with a predatory grace, his fingers tracing the edge of a hidden seam in the dark wood. With a soft, mechanical hiss, a hidden compartment slid open. He didn't pull out a gun this time. He pulled out a book. It was a ledger, bound in leather so old and dark it looked like cured skin. It had no title on the spine, only a crest embossed in tarnished gold: a lion entwined with a serpent. The Moretti seal.

EVELARA I gazed at the book before me. Stunned and somewhat nervous. All this while I was thinking of finding some mention of this name somewhere, or perhaps a chapter, but I didn't expect to find an entire book out of it. LUNAREETH— the name was written above bold and big with ancient golden inks. The brown leather of the book had turned into ash due to dust. The leather itself had turned edgy and sharp. Seems the book is sitting here for centuries long…