Lala Books Novels & Stories

He hands me Grace’s copy of Alice in Wonderland, his eyes guarded, creased with concern. “Why even bring a book to a thing like this?” Alix asks. “Ever heard of iBooks? Or W*****d? If you wanna be a total nerd and sit in the corner reading in public, at least do it on your phone.” “It’s Grace’s book, actually,” I begin, not sure where I’m going to take this. “We were sitting on that bench, and… Grace had got a call…”

I walked to one of the bookshelves where I saw names with a Luna heading. My fingers skimmed over the spines of the books placed neatly on the shelves. "Here are ten books from each of the previous Lunas. Their favorite books or any books that were special to them." Riley explained as my eyes darted to a name I was familiar with. Luna Zahra. There were only three books on her shelves. "She didn’t stay long enough to make it up to ten." Riley chuckled, but it was a sarcastic one. "Maybe she can add more…"

AURORA Lizra dropped a humongous thing on my lap. “This is a history book with detailed explanations of the most famous and high-ranked Lunas that the territories have ever had. I made some small notes in most chapters and I’m sure you’ll find it useful.” Wait… it’s a book and… was she kidding me? “How many pages is this thing?” I asked, dusting and seeing nothing but the plain shabby leather brown cover of the thickest thing ever.

A musty, cast aside woolen blanket lay in a heap on the unvarnished wood of the herringbone floor next to the bed and its jumble of occupants. Lala closed one of her eyes in protest at the searching light. The other scoured the floor beside the bed for the glass of vodka and red bull she had started but not finished last night. It lay beside the book she had been trying to read. Graham Greene, Travels with my Aunt. She had read it once, years ago, long before her life sounded like a chapter from it and had been trying to read it again for nearly a year. She had only managed a third. She pulled her leg from under another one lying heavy, inert, upon it, and reached over the dog-eared Penguin

“And you brought a guest! Hi, you must be Amara.” Amara smiled, slightly taken aback by the sudden energy but feeling welcomed by their enthusiasm. “Hi,” she said, laughing softly. “You must be Aldrick’s sisters.” The blonde one released Aldrick and turned her bright eyes to Amara. “I’m Alara, and this is my younger sister, Ayla. We’ve heard so much about you. We weren’t sure if you were real or just some figment of Aldrick’s imagination,” Ayla teased, her grin widening as she gave Amara a playful wink.

After that he stood and left me in the room. Now barely an hour later he sends me a trunk full of books. Ella moved to stand behind me and I could hear her sharp intake of breath when her eyes landed on the books. "They're beautiful, right?" Ella only nodded her head and leaned down to touch the spines of one of the books. They weren't really books to be precise, well they were books but not really big ones, almost like journals, just bigger and fresher. The covers were embossed in a beautiful flower pattern, each color having a flower of its corresponding color on it.

“You bet. That baby set me back three hundred big ones. Ralin’s not getting anywhere near it—at least not until we know how lethal he is.” The object of their discussion sat at the table across the room, engaged in a rare moment of quiet leafing through a picture book his grandmother had given him. The book was filled with colorful illustrations of magical creatures like dragons and unicorns, as well as wizards and warriors. Looking at the book was one of the few stationary activities capable of holding Ralin’s attention for more than five or ten minutes. Leesa supposed the book provided as good an early education into the world of magic as could be expected for a toddler. Now it was time to

I begin to stand up and grab the smaller hamper when Lorie begins to speak. "Um.. Layla?" She says hesitantly. "Yes." I reply back gently. "Can we read a book tonight?" She asks with pleading eyes. "Sure!" I reply. "What did you have in mind?" I ask as I approach the side of her bed. Slowly Lorie pulls a book out from under her pillow and hands it to me as I sit down on the bed next to her. The book is a mild chapter book and the label reads "Hank the Cowdog".

Finally. She need not pretend any longer. In William’s arms was where she wanted to be. ~The End~ Look for these books in this series: Let's Fall in Love Again (book 2) Let's Create a Wonderland (book 3) Let's be Together (book 4)

Kinks: Blackmail fantasy, public risk, oral worship, glasses kink. In the hushed, dimly lit expanse of the grand library, the scent of aged parchment and dusty tomes filled the air. The soft hum of the fluorescent lights overhead cast a cool glow on the polished wooden floors. Among the towering shelves, Laila, the librarian, was engrossed in a book, her eyes hidden behind her thick-rimmed glasses. Her fingers traced the pages, her cheeks flushed with a secret pleasure as she lost herself in the smutty tale.