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.

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”

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…”

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.

Ichabod pleaded. Rasheedat walked to the shelf and took a little bottle of something red. “This is monocane. Doctors use it in small doses as a pain killer but you need it to reduce the power of that beast in you.” “Oh my God!” Ichabod’s face brightened up. “You really think this will work?” Rasheedat shrugged. “ I have been working on this for years and you will be the first to try it. Just a drop on your tongue should do the trick. Let me know if it works.”

Fred says as his voice begins to break and his eyes fill with tears. "And it tore me apart to see you so sad. I decided to make it my mission to get my shit together for you. Because I wanted you to see that even though I was the total opposite from your pops...a man that had it all. A good family, a good business, and a good career. Then, look at me? A high school drop out, struggling from pay check to pay check. You remember when you came? We lived in the outskirts of town on a rundown mobile home." Russell smiles, lowering his head and sighing.

As I skimmed through some of them, I noticed just how beautifully they were written. It made me remember why Joseph was one of my favorite authors. I continued to flip through the pages of his manuscripts until I reached a manuscript that wasn’t his. It was Christopher Moore’s. Christopher Moore has been my idol since I was a little girl. I loved his story about how he was abandoned as a young boy and found himself in writing. He didn’t have a lot of knowledge about writing and chose not to further his education beyond what he knew. But he truly created some masterpieces.

Ezra: I sat on the couch as I tried to process what I was hearing. The man couldn’t be serious, my parents couldn’t have done all this. “What do you mean that you were sent to Russia on the day that you were born?” I asked, shaking my head at the man whose eyes were as cold as ice. “WHAT THE FUCK DOES HE MEAN?”