Mark Zusak Novels & Stories

I asked the movers to trash it. "This feels like a time capsule," I remark, relishing in the sound of the boards cracking under my feet. This is Asher being considerate. For the first time in a long while, I feel as though maybe he does care for me. The way he looks down at me, almost as if I'm the only one to exist in this world, as foolish as that surely sounds. This may have been a sad time living here, after dad died, but it marks the beginning of the story Asher and I shared. The moment Sky received that letter.

Even the thought of it was so fascinating. Suddenly, an inevitable urge to kill humans surged into my veins and I flipped the card over a few times as if deciding whether to act on my sudden whim or not. It was a wrinkled piece of cardboard that I had thrown at the bottom of my backpack as soon as I had received it. I didn’t have the time to attend clubs being opened by university students when I had the obligation to run my pack along with my mother, Kendall Clausen. It was what I had been doing since my mother divorced my father, Alpha Arthur Clausen and they separated their ways for good.

"Wha—but why?" Zac licked his lips, biting back a giddy grin. "Well—the title for started." He shifted on his feet, crimson colouring creeping up the sides of his neck. "I think you might like it. It's a memoir—about a mother's love." My eyes grew wide. I couldn't help it. I would have never thought—Zac Miller as someone this sentimental and kind and caring and—just precious.

I kept it aside just like I did the first one and picked up another book. ~~~~~ By the time dusk descended upon the sky, I was in the last book. However, I got nothing until the last page, so I practically threw it across the room. I growled, frustrated and angry. I should have known that these books wouldn’t contain any kind of information that can taint the pack or someone might think of tainting the pack name. On the internet, one would hardly find any information about this pack apart from the very basic ones. Isaac’s information was not even available after he turned 21.

Joseph asked me as we ate our dinner. I looked at him then back to my food and spoon myself the food, "It's good. Myles was so nice, he even started to ramble about making my book into movies, but I told him that it's ok,I better work on publishing my book first." I said then laugh. Joseph look at me, "Who's Myles?" He asked. "He's the CEO of Z.H.O.U Publisher." I said. "why are you calling him by his first name?" He asked.