Nana Malone Books Novels & Stories

Sera didn’t seem quite as innocent as Nana had made her out to be. There was a screeching sound as Nana pulled out a chair and sat down next to a wooden table that had various stationery and drawings upon it. She didn’t touch a thing, only observed Ru for a few moments as her eyes fell along the other spines on the bookshelf. Most of the books were teenage romances, classics like Romeo and Juliet and Tristan and Isolde, or religious topics. Only a few seemed out of place, including the one that had originally caught her attention. There was also a photo album. Ru’s eyes lingered there until Nana said, “Would you like to look at it?”

“That’s always good to hear. It’s kind of scary having my vision leave me and get filmed and directed by someone who’s not me.” Nana puts down her phone and looks at Chloe, realizing someone else is here. “My goodness. You look just like Marion, but you can’t be.” “This is Chloe,” Mom says. “She’s Marion’s daughter.” Nana smiles as she slowly comes over. “You’re the spitting image of her. How are you, dear?” “I’m good.” Chloe’s eyes go to me. “I’m an author now. I write romance novels.” Nana’s eyes light up. “Is there—” she leans in closer, "—sex in your books?”

He places the stack on another empty table. "Here you go, Miss Anna. If I may advise you, I suggest starting with this book here," he points to a red book with gold lettering. "It's about the division of the packs. Then go to this book here," he points to another book with a green cover. "This one is about the old kings and the once-powerful Luna of Mooncrest, and then the rest is up to you." Powerful Luna? I give Zahir a sincere, enthusiastic smile for his tips and dedication in fetching all these books for me.

And even when they hadn’t… I no longer let them land. I had too much peace in me now. There wasn’t room for shame anymore. Back at the house, I carried the books Darren had ordered for the nursery upstairs and placed them on the newly assembled shelf. They were all hardcovers with soft pastel covers and gold-stamped lettering: Goodnight Moon, The Velveteen Rabbit, Where the Wild Things Are, Dream Big, Little One, I Am Enough. I traced the spine of each book with my fingertip, whispering the titles softly.

’ [After reading chapter 27 in this book, you have to unlock chapter 21 of that book because chapters are a bit longer in that book] * This is the longest novel that I have ever written. I still can’t believe that I have come this far. Book 1: Billionaire’s Ex-Wife & His Hidden Babies Book 2: My Mate is a Witch (Caroline’s story) Book 3: Daddy, Where is Mommy? (Calvin’s Story) [Upcoming by the end of October 2022] * Stories related to these books. Book 1: Her Unloved Mate (Vince & Crystal’s Story)

Theo's eyes widened with delight. "It's about fireflies!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with excitement. "It is," Nanny Mama Hazel confirmed, her voice filled with warmth. "And it's full of stories about fireflies, their habits, their life cycle, and even some myths and legends about them." Theo eagerly took the book from Nanny Mama Hazel, his fingers tracing the outline of the firefly on the cover. He couldn't wait to learn more about these magical creatures. As they settled on the porch swing, Nanny Mama Hazel began to read aloud from the book. The pages were filled with vibrant illustrations of fireflies, their tiny lights illuminating the night. Theo listened with rapt attention, his mi

Lynx scrambled away, still laughing even as Nathaniel chased him through the underbrush, sparks flying from his fingertips. Lalaine shook her head, a small smile playing on her lips. "The grown-ups are more childish than the orphans," she whispered to the girls, leading them back toward the nun to show off their braided hair. ---- Meanwhile, the library was a tomb of silence. To Stella, it felt like an orphanage for old, forgotten books. She wandered the aisles until a spine on the highest shelf caught her eye. She climbed the rolling wooden ladder, her fingers trembling as she pulled the volume out. "The Moon Princess" was embossed on the cover. There was no author listed. She flipped it op

“I’ll ring these up and bill Master McCabe.” “Oh, that’s not necessary. I can afford a couple of books myself.” Hana tried to stop Finch, following him to the register. “So…did we stop here for Hana to get her ancient book fix? And oo those look interesting. You’re sharing.” Pam asked, leaning on the counter to see what books Hana was getting. “This book itself is two hundred dollars.” Finch held up the first edition of Jannot: A French Rabbit by Mireille Marokvia. “And this one is five hundred twenty-five.” He held up the copy of The Birth, life, and Acts of King Arthur by Thomas Malory.

Rather, I’m totally turned on by her feathery kiss and the way her taut nipples brush against my chest. “Next,” I manage to inquire, “what’s so scary about a seaplane?” “Uh, the fact that you’re flying over the sea? Also… Pilots in the Maldives don’t wear shoes. No shoes, James!” My gaze narrows. “How would you know this?” She grins, impishly. So much so, my groin tightens and my gut does a strange contortionist act. She tells me, “If you can keep a secret from my boss—” She winks. “I play YouTube videos on my corporate-issued iPad while working on my laptop. I like the ambience it creates, and the music is soothing.”

"No much time for this now man, please come over, just follow my instructions in the book I gave you, as you bring those girls along too!" "But one is dead already." "Fuck!" Malison growled. The dark tunnel is easy to get lost inLaney feared for his life, but as he closed his eyes, he lost himself. He saw himself walking through the dark corridors of the palace. The echoes of the footsteps ringing out across the marble floors and walls. Then he entered the throne room. A frightened girl sits at the foot of the alpha king. Between the bookshelf and the desk sat a book. This book was Malison's.