Loca Book Novels & Stories

"Okay I'll get the book but what does it look like? I can't find a book I have no idea what it looks like." "It's a round book called II libro d'goeteia" "II libro d'goeteia?" "Yes" "Leave it to me, I'll start searching and get you the book as soon as possible" "I knew I could count on you" Lucia was all smiles "You like him, don't you?" "What are you saying?" "Never mind" Audrey shook her head with smiling ripping the corners of her mouth off. "Lucia is a goner, she won't admit it." She told herself

I'll be at my desk, she said, and made her way to leave, but Lena stopped her. Why don't we go out for a drink after our shift? There's this new club in town. It's a BDSM club. I went last weekend, and it was a blast. It might be exactly what you need to lift your spirits. Lena offered with a mischievous smile. Amara sighed and nodded. She needed a distraction, and Lena's suggestion seemed like the best option. Great, I promise you'll love it. Lena assured her with a comforting smile, and Amara managed a nod before walking out of the restroom. After her shift, Amara met Lena in the parking lot.

But deep down, it didn't feel that way. The weekend had finally arrived, and as I was lucky enough to have weekends off, I was spending the morning in the bookstore with Lila. It was during a lull in customers that I saw the book. It was tucked away in a corner of the shelf, almost as if it had been deliberately hidden. The cover was worn, the title inked in faded letters: 'The Werewolf Legacy of New Orleans'. I pulled it out, feeling the weight of its pages and the history that lay within. Lila looked up from the cash register, her eyes widening when she saw the book in my hands.

Dinara clapped her hands to get her attention. They were having luncheon at a posh deli inside their new hotel with Lizzie. No other customers were inside. Their men had made sure it was close to the public. "What is it?" She asked while she picked on her salad, avoiding eye contact. "Rough night, eh?" Lizzie smirked. "I could say the same to you," she answered, noticing the faint circles surrounding her vibrant blue eyes. Doc snorted like it was nothing new. "I wouldn't be surprised if you are pregnant again."

"Tuesdays are difficult." Elion laughed. "Yeah. Tuesdays." "Elion?" "Yeah?" "There is an event," Cale said. "Tonight." "What event?" "The bookstore in town. The turning Page. They posted a flyer. 'Local Author Night'." "I'm not a local author. I've lived here for six months." "You have a deed. You pay taxes. You are local." "I didn't tell them about the book." "I did," Cale said. Elion dropped the book. "You what?"

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Ema's eyes shifted from one face to the other. They had blended in with the locals until now, but she realized they couldn't continue. "There it is," Lucas said softly, pointing to a small business with a colonial appearance across the street. Ema felt her breath catch in her throat as she saw the sign for the bookshop where their target was now working. The windows exhibited books in sealed transparent cases, and a handpainted poster read: Come in and get lost in a fantastic novel. Ema felt horrible about what was going to happen next at the shop because Amelia was in complete control of practically everything.

I pee a lot, and smelling and seeing things that are sensitive to my body makes me puke. "Liam, just leave the poor girl alone." Sydney stepped in and pressed those breasts of hers on Liam's arm. "Come on. The book is a room. So we are going to have loads of fun." Loads of fun, indeed. "Just give me a minute," Liam brushed Sydney off, making her pout. "Lily, are you okay?" I scoffed.

And, of course, the little black notebook where she sketched lies as though they were blueprints. She flipped it open, scribbling possibilities. Cruz’s men played cards at the Venezia Club on Wednesday nights. If the ledger existed, it would travel with one of his lieutenants—probably the same one Dante wanted her to bleed for. Her jaw clenched. Cruz. Always Cruz. His name kept surfacing like a shadow she couldn’t outrun. The phone on the counter buzzed, shattering her concentration. She glanced at the screen—her mother. Valentina stared at the name for a long moment before swiping to answer. “Ma.”