Lala Books Novels & Stories

Finally, she found the one she was looking for. Layla managed to grab the book and add it to her stack in her arms when her eyes caught sight of something. A book stood out among the rest. It was bound with dark brown leather and had brandished designs on the spine. The title read - Malleus Vampiro: A Treatise on Vampires. Placing her other books on the floor, Layla pulled the leather-bound book from its home amongst the others and opened it. As her eyes skimmed the pages, she caught a couple of words; SHADOW STALKERS, BLOODSUCKER, PHANTOMS.

Gina said with her mouth full. Selena looked at her with a confused face. "Have you been reading more of those books?" She was referring to the books on Gina's desk that had weird titles like "How to properly unlock the door without the key." , "Speak like a smarty pants!" , "Who are you? I am the ugly world?" , "Books for people who are cops." And other titles. Selena didn't even want to think of how silly the contents were. Who on earth even wrote those books and where did Gina even get them?

~RAELIN~ Layla is here in my office, just as I wanted. She is curled up on the couch with her tempting bare legs tucked lazily, and the oversized white sweatshirt she stole from my wardrobe two days ago now swallows her upper body frame with the hemline resting on the middle of her thighs. The white sweatshirt perfectly matches her silky, voluminous hair that is sprawled around her, and a book rests open in her hands. The same book I gave her after she came in and requested information on our pack’s unique martial techniques.

These stories ranged from tales of triumph and resilience to accounts of cultural traditions and the bonds forged through shared humanity. Luna compiled these stories into a book titled "Voices of Seoul," a testament to the diverse voices that make up the vibrant tapestry of the city. Through the publication of the book, Luna aimed to not only give a voice to those whose stories often go unheard but also to provide a platform for readers around the world to connect with the people of Seoul on a deeply personal level.

She filtered through them, trying to find the perfect one to start with before she stumbled upon one with a very catchy cover. There was a lady or girl with a red hoodie covering almost half of her face with other features like a bowing girl, held down by chains and then surrounded by lit candles. In total, the cover looked really captivating. She brought out the book before shutting the drawer. She wore her glasses and glanced at the book, Bound By The Erstwhile Chains, read the title. She turned it over and saw the author's name, Lara .A. Falowo and a bit about her. Fascinated by the prologue, she dived into the book, flipping pages after pages until she heard a voice come through the inte

Does she seriously think I’m going to win? “In the meantime,” Laila says, waving her hand and conjuring a book onto the table – another children’s book from her world with lots of illustrations. “Here is a Selkie history. You should read it when you have a spare moment! It will tell you all about our people!” “Thank you for the children’s version,” Anton murmurs, leaning forward to peer at it. “I’ll help you turn the pages,” I whisper, leaning forward with him and patting him on the back.

"It's some stupid children's book, but I need it." Indianna blinked and she looked at Laura with wide eyes. "A children's book?" "That's what I said," Lily nodded. "Do you know of any children's books about the Royals?" "We do, actually," Indianna said. "Laura gave it to me as a present," she rubbed her stomach, "for them." "I need it," Lily said immediately. "I've been researching something and I think the book is the key." "Researching what?" Indianna asked.

Chapter 38 They Obey Me. Lyla Atelo. Three classes later, and I settled into my office massaging my temples. My legs ached in the heels that I wore today and I had to kick them off for them to get some air. I stared at the pile of books on my table, sighing tiredly because of how much workload it meant. The door was pushed open with a bang, startling me. I looked up, ready to scold whoever the person was, but I paused when he entered.

I called out to her. "It's not about where they sit to read, it's what they sit to read." She said vaguely and I arched a brow at her. She inclined her head towards the small table beside the couch and I took a step closer to it, lifting up the books to examine them. Something twitched in my jaw and I ground my teeth together as I stared at the books in my hand. 'A Luna's guide around a pack' 'How to be a good luna.' 'The ideal Luna.'

Giving her aunt a nod as she walked past her. Layla could finally focus on what she came to the library for, although at the back of her mind she wished Nelle could stay longer. She sat down at one of the tables and scanned the books cover. It was covered in worn midnight-blue leather and had no title, though, it was covered in intricate golden designs that glimmered under the light. * buzz – buzz * “Just when I was about to start reading it, great.” Scoffed Layla as she grew weary.