Monkey Grip Book Novels & Stories

I listened and when the clicking stopped I let out a heave. “Let’s go back to business.” I told him. He smirked and closed his eyes. He inclined down pouting his lips. I chuckled and passed through him shaking my head. I searched for something I didn’t know. I ran my fingers on the tons of book in the shelf. The books were all about politics and the island of VeM. “You like teasing me around huh?” Grip pinned me against the shelf. He put his right hand on the side of my head. I turned around and faced him.

I’d recognize Noah’s gentle footsteps anywhere. His persistence amused me. He’d never give up on anything which included me. I walked to the normally isolated section towards the back. There were no chairs here, only long aisles of books on History and Politics. The sweet odor of old books with notes of vanilla flowers and almonds wafted through my nose. It somehow calmed my disoriented mind that wanted a piece of anyone who dared stumble in my path. “Noah, I told you earlier. I am no mood to talk.”

She looked like a steaming kettle as she lunged for the necklace, her hands clawing at it. After several failed attempts, I felt the chain dig into the back of my neck, drawing blood. I couldn't help but cry out in pain as I lifted my gaze toward the outside. The only sound was the distant barking of dogs—no sign of life anywhere. All the guards York had stationed on the island were mysteriously absent, leaving me feeling vulnerable. I let out a gasp of pain. The chain finally snapped. Luna's eyes lit up as she gazed at the necklace in her hands. "I heard that when York returned to the country, he spent a fortune at the auction—was it 100 million for this?"