Novel 121 Novels & Stories

I checked. And then I saw him. Jace Steadman. Sitting on the large sofa with a book in hand. Glasses on. Sweater sleeves pushed up. Looking like a Christmas-themed sin. He wasn’t even pretending not to look at me this time. His eyes lifted the second I stepped inside, lingering for a beat too long, too focused — then he lowered them back to his page as if the damage wasn’t already done. My pulse tripped over itself. Lena nudged me. “Girl, relax. He’s just reading.”

Marcus dims the lights and stands in front of my with his arms across his chest. "First question," he starts as Nathan hovers the wand above my stomach. "What's your full name?" What kind of question is that? I jump and let out a little scream when Nathan shocks my stomach with the wand. "You're answering too slowly," Marcus says. "Cole McCall," I answer quickly and Marcus nods. The wand is moved across my skin but instead of a painful shock it's a strange tingly feeling. "How old are you?" "18." "Good boy, that's better."

The PP12 is a small group of twelve prominent men in the military and the business community. It was said that they controlled the economy and the government of the country under the supervision of the President. Normally they meet at Camp Crame, a military bulwark of the country. The military camp was a huge complex, situated about eight-thousand five hundred miles to the east of New York. It had a large mid-section with towering trees jutting up in acres and acres of land, flanked by buildings to the right and the left when you enter. This was the seat of the military top brass of the Philippines and PP12.

Basira stood before him in the same way, till at last she cried out, “A second confusion!” Zastar, greatly amused, blinked some time with his sound eye; at length ho said, “Sir Novoveski, a friend and subordinate of our Geswer, and this is Lady Ladder. Tfu! I wanted to say Yezorkoy.” Sir Adam recovered readily; and because lie was a soldier of quick wit, though young, he bowed, and raising his eyes to the wonderful vision, said, “As God lives! Roses bloom on the snow in Ketling's garden.”

She instructed her best friend and rushed to the bathroom. "What's this?" Tasha found something on her desk. she picked up the booklet and turned the pages, "A new novel?" she exclaimed. "Wait!" Arielle shouted from the bathroom, she had the habit to write it down instead of typing her stories, she used her gift to write 2-3 chapters of her new novel last night before going to bed. She rushed out with the toothbrush still on her hand. "Give that to me." "Nope. You're writing a new novel? A romance novel at that?" Tasha ran around the room reading the notes.

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.

Hold Me Close (A Heron’s Landing Novella) Published by Blue Violet Press LLC Seattle, Washington Copyright © 2016, 2017, 2020 by Iris Morland Cover design by Qamber Designs All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. Published 2020. First edition published 2016 under the title Let It Snow. Second edition published 2017 as Adore Me Ardently (A Heron’s Landing Christmas Novella). Third edition 2020.

It is very brightly lit, and the seats look comfortable and neat. Lucenzo takes a seat at the front and I take the one fastest away from him like the coward that I am. I finally have the space to breathe in air without his cologne assaulting my nostrils. Yes, I'm done denying it. Lucenzo scares the shit out of me, or rather, what his presence does to me scares me. Lucenzo works on his laptop throughout and I take a long overdue nap.

This powerful. This dangerous. Liam stays close to my left. His presence is a constant hum through the bond. Protective but not smothering. He's learned. Finally. Micah walks on my right. His ability to sense the serum wolves is our early warning system. Better than radar. Better than surveillance. He raises a hand suddenly. We all stop. "Twelve of them," he says quietly. "Next corridor. Standing still. Waiting." "Waiting for what?" Shane asks from the rear guard position.

“What’s it about? I can’t remember.” “The novel’s coming along fine,” Eva replied proudly. “In fact, it’s almost done. You can’t remember what it’s about because I didn’t tell you, but nice try.” Tara heaved an impatient sigh and dove into her fare with exaggerated gusto. She hated secrets. Eva consistently refused to divulge the theme of her novels until they were in print. Her way of making it up to her niece and nephew was to present them with autographed first editions. Tara couldn’t understand where Eva came from with her superstitions. Just once she’d like to be able to know the plot before the world did.