Mark Zusak Novels & Stories

With a stern expression, Jacob sat confidently on his chair, looking effortlessly good without even trying. I don’t know where the sudden bravery came from, but I held his heavy gaze, refusing to blink. When he finally snapped his eyes down to the table to open the next letter, a small, triumphant smirk tugged at the corner of my lips. “You must try the milk,” Mellisandrei whispered, knocking my senses that she was still beside me. I smiled shyly then cleared my throat. This kind of scene wasn’t familiar to me at all, and I have never experienced it my entire life—for the foods to be served to you and all you have to do is to eat them.

Up close, I could see better how beautiful the blue combined with honey of his left eye was, and how clear the honey color of his right eye was. Mason tilted his head. “Do you like my eyes?” I looked away. “No, they're just…” fascinating, different. “Different...” Mason said the word slowly as if evaluating something. Looking down, I could see the book resting on his lap: 100 Years of Solitude by Gabriel García Márquez. A classic, huh? Mason lifted the book slightly. “I told you I liked to read.” "I didn't think you were telling the truth." He raised an eyebrow. "Have I ever lied to you?"

Axel went to stand by the window silently, while Mia remained by my side. “Now, I don't have a hide anymore, right Lukas?” She looked up at me, waiting for an answer but I was too distracted. “Are you okay?” “That was too easy. Elder Zaccheaus wouldn't agree with anything so easily. That old coot is up to something. You have to be careful” I caressed her cheek ignoring the displeasure on Axel's face. “If it gets too heated during the battle and you can't take it anymore, run”

Midway into the book, Samuel slowly drifted to sleep. "Is he asleep?" Nikolas whispered, tiptoeing toward us. He was holding three tubs of ice cream. "Yeah," I answered, shutting the book. Nikolas sat at the far end of the bed. Samuel was the only soul separating us. He took one look at the boy and he smiled. I knew I really shouldn't. But I couldn't help myself. I let my eyes savor him and as always, I felt my heart swell. "I brought ice cream. Hate for them to go to waste." That said, he stretched a tub at me. I took it. My cheeks were red but luckily, the lighting was dull and Nik's attention was entirely on Samuel.

to a day like this, years from now, no threats to our safety, but the soft laughter of our pups playing beside us while we work… *** Taking a seat, we join James and Liza for lunch. Smoked pork chops, twice-baked potatoes, and steamed vegetables cover my plate. My stomach rumbles in approval, I guess this morning wasn't a complete fluke. Zac is discussing a matter of the Ellis Group with his dad and Liza is telling me stories of Zac as a pup. “...and then in front of all the Alphas at the treaty meeting, here comes Zac, running in, pumping his fists in the air, shirt, shoes but with a bare butt, screaming on about how he used the big boy potty…”

“My name is not Michelle Banks. My real name is Zora Adams.” “What are you talking about?” Mr. Newman asked, his brows knitting together. Zora did not hold back and narrated everything, not leaving out any details. It was almost midday by the time she was done talking, with Mr. Newman offering her tissues and words of comfort along the way to encourage her to let it all out. The middle-aged man was sad but smiled faintly. “You should be thankful for all you have been through. Life hits hard, and that is when you know whether you are an egg or shea butter.”

"So I've heard." We make our way back to the living room, and I sit on the couch while Mason returns to the armchair. "Uh, what are you reading?" I ask, since I guess we're actually having a conversation right now. Zuri greedily sucks down her bottle, not paying any attention to us. Mason laughs nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. "Oh, um, 'Salem's Lot'. Stephen King is my favorite author." Wow, so he reads on the regular.

She spoke tauntingly making my mouth left ajar in shock and embarrassment…. James Russo! You are going to be fucking death of me!!

He screamed excitedly immediately the door opened Sudan looked up, it was a boy who looked like he was about his age. He strode in carrying a box of things Sudan couldn't put a name to, he watched the guy, trying to analyze him. He had a messy dark blonde hair, his face was tanned and he had an easy smile on him that could lit up a room. This was a chatty one. “You must be Sudan, right? I’m Zach. Zach Musk.” He set the box on his desk and stuck out his hand, smiling at Sudan.

I smiled even brighter as his brown eyes lit up, giving me a cute boy smile in return. "Stan," He said, shaking my hand. "So what brings you here?" I asked, playing with the wet curls forming in my hair. "I'm here to meet with the Alpha Aaron and his son about joining this pack, but by the looks of this room I can tell this clearly is not the Alpha's." We both laughed at his comment. "Yeah, he just loves the zebra print," I chuckled, pointing to my purple zebra print pillows. "You kidding?! I think he likes the heels even more," Stan smirked, pointing out the messy mountain of shoes in my closet.