Minty Book Novels & Stories

I have already started creating my second book in my series, and I am extremely excited to share it with you when the time is right. If you have time, I would love for you to give me some feedback as I am a first time writer and this is the first time I have decided to share my works on any type of platform. It would mean the world to me to hear from you! Also, I wanted to say thank you for reading my book, because it truly warms my heart. Love always, ShakingmyShadows ♥

he replied. The next day, he followed Minty around trying to take in her scent. She noticed him but she pretended like she didn't. She's back to normal. Maybe the kiss with the dead prince might have something to do with it. For her to conjure a dead prince in the middle of a girl's bathroom means that she's a powerful witch with necromancy spells in handy. He was fortunate enough to detect that citrus smell as to identify that she wasn't his. The only problem is Minty's scent doesn't smell like citrus.

Breathing a sigh of relief after meeting the empty space, I walked gingerly to the cabinets. “Let’s see what we have here,” I whispered, standing on my toes since I couldn’t reach the cabinets that were way high up, “What do we have here? Coffee, sugar, milk…” I kept surfing through each item my eyes caught sight of, my fingers brushing through each of them, “Where’s the peppermint?” No peppermint. I frowned, resting back fully on my feet. Where was the chef? Or was there none in a house as huge as this?

"So no snooping in the bag." "I hate surprises," Cole groans and we go into the living room where Danielle is reading. "That's my book," Marcus says and Danielle holds her hand up as she finishes what she's reading. Marcus raises his eyebrows at the sass she's giving him. "I kept your place, don't worry," she says and shows him where his bookmark is. Marcus grumbles and lets her have the book. Marcus makes stir fry for tea while Cole and Danielle stalk hot guys on I*******m. I sit next to them with Minnie on my lap and give my input when they ask.

He mindlinked him, and he nodded, sniffing. "What the fuck is going on here?" A familiar voice asked behind them, making Hashmuk let go of Rasmore. The person standing behind them was the person he was crying for, thinking he had left him. It was Kelvin, with a pile of magic books in his hands. He and his friends smelled like they were coming from the sewer.

Chris asked. " I am not sure, but I think I saw her with a book in the library," Sera said and ran towards the library, others following close behind. Luckily, a book was left on the table with a few pages torn. " Do you have another copy of this book?" Chris asked Axel. Axel found a copy of the book and looked for the page which was torn. " It tells about the places nearest to the moon." " Why would she want to know that?" " Alexa said that she had met the Moon Goddess while in the moonstone," Sera whispered.

I called in a breath. Hands held in hers, we made our way out the front yard, away from Jan and the guards, and back into the motel quarters. The warmth was what struck us upon entry into the room. That warmth which had Nia sighing, and going into the dressing to pull off her clothes. Meanwhile I had crashed onto the bed, eyes fixed on the ceilings, while her voice fell into my ears. “Isn’t it wonderful, how talented the kids are?” She called from the inner room.

"Then it'll be just like old times." Misty opened the book and smiled as Eva shuffled around to get comfortable on her lap. Misty then read out the title of the book. Vampires and Their Beloveds "Is this a story or an information book?" Eva questioned her mother. "Looks like it's an information book," Misty spoke out as she turned the page. Before Misty could start reading again, Eva could hear the alarm clock ringing once again in her shared room with Alana. Eve quickly rose to her feet and sighed.

She’s in the back, unboxing a new shipment of indie books. “Oh,” I coo, sitting down on the floor next to Betty and looking into the box of books. “I’ve been dying to read this one.” I pick up a paperback with a beautiful cover of a couple kissing in front of a mountain. “It looks so good in person. I read the e-book as soon as it came out. Kristen Mayer is one of my favorite authors now.” She runs her finger down the spine, looking at the book lovingly. She’s a non but loves books just as much as Kristy and I do. I’m sure she suspects something unusual is up with us, but she hasn’t said anything, and I don’t think she will. She’s a typical bookworm and would rather deal with fictional issue