Locked On Novel Novels & Stories

I put my dirty clothes in the bag and grab my comb. I start to comb my damp hair and notice that I’m in need of a shave. Nothing too drastic, just the neck and cheek area and my mustache is a little over my lip. I pull my hair back in a short ponytail and grab my clippers. "That's right there. Looking pretty for the future Mrs. Johnson.” Shotgun felt the need to poke his head in the door with that new kid, I think his name is Maverick-the one everyone was fighting about a couple months back that landed us in lockdown status for a few days. Personally, I can't keep up with the drama of who set up who and who is related to who, which can sometimes make our lives even more difficult.

the tip of her tongue swiped over her bottom lip before uttering her next set of words, "I'm ready to be the Luna of the Midnight Sun pack." __________________________________________ ***Author's note: If you haven't already then please go now and check out my new book on GoodNovel called Gunnar. It is a contest entry for the CEO and me contest and to win I need to rank highest so if you could please read and review also vote with your diamonds. Follow my IG for the link if you can't find it here. My username is @anonymousgirl1206 __________________________________________

sneered Liana, who had just come from the kitchen. "Your guess is wrong, Secretary Lian," said Nova. "I've read the book, people will definitely read it over and over again because they don't understand contents. But I didn't reread it, I immediately understood. Great, right?" Liana sneers. Few believe because Nova has Panic disorder. "Why doesn't Director read the novel?" asked Liana. "I'm not interested in romance in novels," said Nova. "Does the Director know the meaning of love?" asked Liana.

[JANE] “What’s your novel about?” I inquired as I took a sip from my coffee. Luna looked at me for a second before she squinted her eyes and hummed as if she’s trying to recall what her novel is about. Her tongue clicked before she spoke. “My novel is about two people who met in an unexpected situation. One made a bet and the other agreed, one life is at stake. I don’t want to spoil that much because I want you to read it yourself”, she smiled but I was too distracted to smile back. I was once again terrified at the thought that this is somewhat connected to me and Khali. Who is this person in front of me, sipping her coffee, wearing a cheerful and attractive smile on her face?

But when she pulled a condom out of her dessert drawer and threw it to me, it was high time for me to go home - without a condom. I spent the evening in my room over my books and the new journal that Historia brought out every month. But as soon as I crawled under my covers to sleep, my thoughts were back on Nick and his brother. That didn't change either when I sat sleepily in the kitchen over my cereal the next morning while Uncle Roderick turned the toast in the toaster into coal again. "You shine so brightly today," he remarked. As always, he missed the burnt smell that wafted through the kitchen.

I went to purchase another copy of the novel,while you were asleep" I said and her face lit up. "Really ?" She asked. "Yes" I said. "It's so interesting and i can't wait to continue reading it...What of the torn copy ?" She asked. "Uh..that ? I've shoved it in the library shelf" I said and she nodded. "I also purchased a new novel" I said. "Really? Is it also the same author's novel?" She asked and i shook my head. "Lone eagle by Danielle steels" I said. "Wow,the name tells it all,its sure gonna be interesting" She said.

My mother is a powerhouse, but she somehow ends up with me, a coward with claustrophobia. "What claustrophobia? You're just being dramatic!" In order to help me "desensitize," she builds a pitch-black, soundproof room in the house. In elementary school, I scream and cry in terror the first time she locks me inside, and she punishes me by not letting me eat for three days. In middle school, I try harder to hold it together and only let out a few quiet whimpers, but she makes me kneel in the snow for a full day and night. I tough it out all the way through senior year, telling myself that getting into college and leaving home will fix everything. But on the day of my acceptance party, sh

Lionidis left he room to go check on the transportation of the captives in the vans and make sure all the staff were out of the saferoom and accounted for. *** Once Nova had her cup of tea and we were squished into the two-seater sofa, side by side, she was getting sidetracked and rather than discussing the books she was nuzzling into my neck and whispering suggestive comments. “Did the encounter with the books make you horny or something?” I whispered “I don’t know.” She said with a slow, dirty smile. Spreading over her luscious lips. “I don’t know if it’s the adrenaline or something but it’s like there is this extra energy under my skin and I want to expend it in a very specific way”

It wasn’t listed in any index. No title. No author. Just a cover etched with a symbol that made my wolf cower. A circle of jagged teeth. --- Ronan ignited a candle, the glow flickering warmly in the shadowed room. No electricity, no technology. “Words this old don’t tolerate wires,” he muttered, placing the flame gently between us. I didn’t bother to question his knowledge. I simply opened the book. The first line snagged my breath: “Where the Lock bleeds and the Keyhole binds, the Door will open. And beyond it waits the Nameless Moon.”

The leather binding has fancy marks in it and has title imprinted on the front. "That first kiss." Ugh, from just the title you could tell that a teenage girl at the start of her puberty wrote it. I couldn't really tell if Nova's a girl or a boy, he wants to be called a "he" but then writes a full novel about a CEO obsessing over a girl. I don't know why Nova doesn't want to call it a book when it obviously was. Don't let the title fool you, the story slowly turns dark and twisted.