Not Quite By The Book Novels & Stories

“That book won’t work if you don’t really want it to.” “You shouldn’t be here,” I said, gripping the edge of the table. “I’m offering help,” he said, stepping closer. “Unless you’d rather keep fumbling with forbidden books and bleeding into bowls.” “Thanks, but like I said, I don’t need your help,” I said sharply, closing the Lussuria Clausa with more force than I needed. “I’m trying to focus. This isn’t a game.” “I never said it was. Let me help you figure it out.”

Not really. ~~To Be Continued~~

I wasn't able to do that with this book, unfortunately. See you on the 1st! J. Tarr x x x PS - This author note won't cost you anything x x

he said. “That’s a different kind of love,” she said. Nate smiled. “I don’t know how many kinds of love there are,” he said. “What are your next plan?” she asked. “Next plan?” he asked. “Are you seeing her soon?” she asked. Nate looked at her. The sound of non-stop typing on the keyboard surrounds the quiet room. Cela is inspired but she feels unsatisfied. There’s the idea of a new ending on her mind that she can’t put it in writing.

It was already a great disappointment when he said his going on a trip and will be back on the evening of our anniversary, but he promised to call when he get back which he hasn't done. Instinctively, I checked my phone once again for missed calls or notifications but there were none. It was so like him to zone out just when he's needed. I willed his call to come through with my mind but I guess my psychic energy ends in my imagination. I looked around in an attempt to find Jace among the crowd but all I saw were strange faces; mostly cute guys just like the one who had stolen my friend. Jace could never ignore a cute guy even if he was to walk up to her holding a bloody axe in one hand and

Nathan says and Marcus squints at me. "And hour and a half," he says and I know I can't change his mind. "I'll get started before tea," I tell them and I go to the kitchen table to start doing some revision. Minnie sits beside me and wags her tail every time i give her attention. I quickly get distracted and as Marcus is walking past to go to the kitchen he puts the pen back in my hand and kisses my temple to motivate me. I sigh and try my best to keep writing the English essay Nathan set me but I keep looking over to him in the kitchen with his sleeves rolled up. He's so hot it's unfair. And then to make it worse Marcus walks past in a tight t-shirt and sweatpants. Are they trying to make m

Because of a guy whose face I haven't even seen yet? Blame my hormones. I'm an 19 years old girl. I'm not supposed to feel like a 17 years old dude! Shoot. I lean closer to see more. The book. What was he reading? 'Microeconometrics in Business Management.' A sigh of relief escapes my lips. At least, it isn't some kind of p**n magazine. I don't want a pervert hanging around in my brother's house. Our house, now. My parents' house, technically. Whatever.

Greta hated it when people ate sweets before a meal. The prince went for a stroll in the garden but not without his sketchbook. It was pretty early so most of the flowers had just bloomed. He was at peace. But his life was filled with the calm before the storm. His storm was marching around the palace in search of him. The Duchess of Edinburgh aka the Queen. His mother.

She looked trough the documents and felt her heart accelerating. ACE MARTINEZ SENTENCED FOR ONE YEAR FOR BEATING UP ELDERS AND PROFITING NON ESSENTIAL SOURCES . This couldn't be true right? Oh boy how she was wrong. She threw the papers on the floor and ran upstairs . This wasn't true ! She's lying ... Ace wouldn't hit someone who was older . He's not the type of person just do that ! But was he truly the nice boy she knew from the first day of school ? Was it all lies .She thought as she ran to her closet and sat down. She needed to get out of here. Maybe the Queen would help here ? No she made it clear that she couldn't help.

"I was exiled and therefore I'm not the alpha." "You seem like you can't hurt a fly, what happened?" "Have you heard that looks are deceiving?" He asked her furrowing his brows. "Yes. So?" "How about curiosity killed a cat?" "I take it you do not want to talk about it." "No. I'm afraid no. It's rather an unpleasant topic." "I'm sorry D...." "It's okay. It helped me in ways you can't understand. I'm not sad about it. " "You don't look sad, you look rather fine but disturbed..."