Less Than Zero Book Novels & Stories

As was the section on "Strategic Alliances: Knowing Who to Trust and Who to Watch." Finally, I glanced at the antique clock on the desk and realized with a start that nearly an hour had passed. I needed to get ready. I closed the book carefully and returned it to its place on the shelf. As I turned to leave, my eyes caught on another book, this one was slim and bound in white leather: "The Luna's Gift: Understanding Your True Power." I pulled it from the shelf, but when I opened it, the pages were blank. Completely blank, as if the book had never been written in or the ink had somehow faded entirely.

"Please. Come back. I will kill her for you. I will burn the packhouse, I will—" "Too late." I turned, my projection already fading as I withdrew to waking. Over my shoulder, I threw the last stone: "I am coming to collect the debt. Not as your mate. As your extinction." I opened my eyes to the northern dawn. The pup kicked hard, as if in approval. Somewhere south, I knew, Leon woke screaming again—this time with no one to call him Alpha, and no one to believe his lies. The rot had set in.

As Andy's weakness for Zoe became evident, a devious plan began to form in their minds. Lilith leaned in closer to Asher, her voice a low murmur. "Did you see that? Zoe is Andy's Achilles' heel," she whispered, a sly smile curling on her lips. "If we can exploit that weakness, we can turn the tide in our favor."

In the end, the inquisitive one won but first, I listened for footsteps and when I could make out none, I got off the bed and went for the book, flicking its first page open. The only person who could give me a book was Zena but it was also weird, what kind of book it was. It wasn’t the usual one we both read and enjoyed. It was some sort of self-help book and its title was even more weird. “Kicking trauma’s butt with style!”

They knew better. I remember one day when Venus came home from school and she walked straight past Zeus without even looking at him. This was a few months before we left for training. Venus had just turned twelve at the time. After bribing her with chocolate chip cookies and chocolate milk he got her to tell him what was wrong. Apparently a group of boys at school were always picking on her about not having any friends. Normally she handled it well. Able to give it right back to them. Venus had always chosen to keep to herself. We knew she thought friends were a waste of time. She was constantly studying, or reading, or just listening to music. She said friends would come later, but for rig

It was better to go vague with the situation, because the less I spoke, the less there would be holes in my story. “Like in the case of amnesia? Or in the case of: ‘there are too many people in my life for me to remember the life story of one more insignificant person’?” -What should I answer? What answer would be more…less… what seemed closer to the truth?- What the hell was the truth anyway? I was so sexually dissatisfied that I woke up in a book?? -Even I wouldn’t buy that! Still, I should stick within the confines of her choices, particularly the latter assumption. She already had a negative view of me. So what would be one more log to the fire?-

"Hi, it seems you haven't noticed me yet, there is no other way I can explain your rude behavior. I am Grace Shanks, Venator Grace Shanks. " The look I got from Diccon Faust could only be seen as condescending. "Yes, very pleased," was all he said to me before turning back to Reese. "Is there any reason to believe that an incident might occur?" Why did he ask him the question now? "Not that we know of." Reese put his left hand back into his jacket pocket. I knew exactly that he was now holding his pack of cigarettes in his hand. But I also noticed how he gave me a look out of the corner of my eye. "But you can never have enough people who make sure that the proles do not pose a threat to any

Liora Vale had always loved the quiet. At twenty-one, she worked the night shift at the old city library. Most people thought the job was boring, but Liora loved being alone with the books after midnight. The tall shelves felt like old friends. One rainy night, while sorting the rare books section, she found a strange leather book hidden behind others. It had no title. When she opened it, the pages glowed softly. Words appeared. Choose a story. Bring him to life. One night only.

I whisper. This time, the tears don’t feel like weakness. They feel like healing. Like something finally beginning. ************************ Unspoken Desires - Book 3…. Coming Soon

However, just as my fingers brushed it, Chloe let go. The pendant slipped past my hand and fell straight to the ground. With a sharp crack, it shattered into two. I froze in place, my mind going blank. Chloe feigned surprise, covering her mouth. “Oh no! I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize you weren’t holding it properly.” Then, she tugged at Harry’s sleeve, tears sliding silently down her face. “What should I do? Lianne must hate me now. I swear, I didn’t mean it…”