Nana Malone Books Novels & Stories

TABLE OF CONTENTS Prologue CHAPTER ONE – ROAD TO RIYA CHAPTER TWO – APEX PREDATOR CHAPTER THREE – HUNTING PARTY CHAPTER FOUR – TRAPPED CHAPTER FIVE – CAPITAL’S TRUTH Bonus story  A BEAUTIFUL DAY TO DIE YOUNG * CHAPTER ONE – THE INVITE TO DEATH * CHAPTER TWO – BAD FRIENDS, BAD * CHAPTER THREE – CRUMBLING FLESH OF CHILDREN  THE BIRTH OF ERIC KANE  BLOODY METELE  WRONG TURN  MYSTERIES OF FATE  DOCTOR BROWN  LATE KATE FOSTER You are about to journey through a story or should I say stories of suspense and survival. The story of Roxanne, Eric Kane,,, Ariana, Thieves, and A Christian and an Atheist

I said. "Show me, give me a tour," Malena urged, and Alanna got up off the bed, taking over the laptop. "Let me show you about the great mystery that is our boytoy," she said with a grin, picking up the laptop. Alanna started moving around the room, showing off one embarrassing item after another - she knew every story and had Malena cackling from the other side of the call. She knew about the time I got clocked in the eye by a baseball and got a special award at the end of the year. She knew about the toy chest in the corner and how I thought my toys were like the ones in Toy Story when I was little and always tried to catch them moving around. She even knew where I used to stash the few p*

I mumble my voice trailing as my eyes find something to stare at across the landing. “I still remember what it used to be like out there. I remember playing on my bike in the street with sally from two doors down. I remember wearing sun dresses and eating ice cream, going to school on the bus with my friends, I remember laughter, games, jokes, music. We don't have that here. I remember it, so I have something to hold onto, something to hope for. But the younger children here, they never saw the world that way. Their entire lives all they have known is metal bars and concrete walls.”

“Now, tesoro, tell us. You said at dinner you write. Have we perhaps read anything you’ve written? Or heard of it?” My stomach flipped. I’d never said this out loud to anyone outside my family. I twisted my fingers together. “Um… maybe. Have you ever read anything by… C.M. O’Malley?” Mama’s head snapped up. Kat froze mid‑step. Nonna’s eyes widened. “You’re C.M. O’Malley?” Kat practically shouted. I nodded, mortified. “Yes?” Nonna let out a delighted gasp. “Madonna mia, we love those books.”

Nina’s pov- I walked around the island my fingertips grazing over the marble granite counter, It was so quiet. Where was everyone? This place was the definition of don’t judge a book by its cover, maybe my assumptions and imagination were too British of me. I wonder how Americans picture an English home? I opened the large fridge to find a mountain of fresh fruit and veg, a few cans of what looks to be beer and a couple of purple cans. I picked one of the purple cans up to see the name grapico with a bunch of what I’m assuming was supposed to be grapes underneath it. This screams full of sugar and exactly what I was in need of right now. closing the fridge door I went in search to see if the

The name of this town was not helping but she had to trust Nana's judgement. Nana had always wanted Kehlani to write a fantasy fiction. She was a great fan of fantasy fiction and this was something Kehlani could never understand. Why an Old woman would love to read about unrealistic things like Vampires, Werewolves, Elves, and other creatures that could be depicted in those gory novels what what she could never understand. Weren't the older ones more inclined to reality?

There is a photo indicated in mama's email. Long straight hair, with her gray eyes. Her natural eyebrows are thick and her nose is pointy. Accompanied by her perfect lips that’s pinkish. Fuck! Is this one really a maid? That was my question when mama sent it. And since then, mama has always sent me pictures of Zella. Damn! I'm always excited whenever I received an email. And sometimes I get a bad trip when the email doesn't come from mama. She's fucking too attractive to be our nanny. Not to mention her perfect body figure.

Is it crazy that I feel disappointed that is not them? I know that Nana wouldn’t let just anyone in her house, this person needs to be close to her, or be someone she trusts, Nana is a spiritual wolf, she can sense people’s true intentions before they are even in front of her. She is that special, and because of that she lives away from everyone. Nana is a witch, she confessed it to me not long after I arrived and everyday I learn something new about her.

|| Cale || I was having a beautiful dream, the kind I hardly ever have anymore, with Nana and Abbie. We were in their small, cozy house; I was under the sink repairing a leak, while Abbie sat on the counter, swinging her legs and reading aloud to me from a book. Nana was at the stove, the air thick with the scent of her herb-roasted chicken and fresh bread. The house felt warm, safe, and filled with a golden light that didn’t exist in my waking life.

Since so few children were brave enough (and so few parents wanted to make the climb) they were usually richly rewarded in the form of handfuls of candy instead of one measly piece. Nana was waiting for Lauren on the porch, sitting in her rocker reading an Isabel Allende novel. She wore a pair of faded blue jeans and a loose-fitting plaid blouse. Her long white hair was bound in a single braid at the back of her head. A can of Tab was open on the small wooden table next to her, and Lauren knew she’d probably had a half-dozen cans already. She didn’t think a seventy-year-old woman should be drinking so much caffeine and chemicals, but Nana—her real name was Joanne Gehlinger, but she always we