Obx Book Novels & Stories

Bryan was mid sentence, explaining something about the new project when I saw her, Sandra Hill. My breath hitched, a sharp, involuntary reaction as my heart slammed against my ribs. I didn’t think, I just grabbed the nearest file from my desk and practically threw it up in front of my face, pretending to be deeply engrossed in its contents. My hands trembled slightly, but I gripped the folder tighter, using it as a flimsy shield against a ghost from my past.

The doctor complimented as he smiled brashly at them. “I will soon be a mother??”. Ruth asked as she placed her hands on her small baby bump, tears brimming in her eyes,a look of disappointment crossed through her mother's face as she glare at her coldly!.

One slip, and the old man would be blinded. “All right!” Aidan cried at last, his voice etched with agony. “I’ll tell you. I’ll tell you.” Kyle let him down. The old man was trembling all over. He wobbled over to his desk and pulled out a leather-bound book. He flung it across the room at Kyle. “It’s in there,” Aidan said, his voice drenched with regret. “That address will lead you to Scarlet Paine.”

That's all their little chit chats in the kitchen revealed to Sheharzaad. Upon reaching the study, she knocked at the door before entering. She found him sitting on his chair reading a book. His books were mainly related to psychology, criminology, about serial killers and how their mind works. They all were non-fictional. Some books were business related. Some were related to human body as well which covered about the vital organs of human body and the weak points of our body. And many more along these genres which, she thought, helped him in his work.

Lily’s POV I pushed myself upright on the bed with a groan, my back still throbbing. The wolf doctor had just left after changing my bandages and forcing a bitter healing concoction down my throat. The room was spacious and unmistakably masculine…dark wooden beams crossed the ceiling, heavy furs draped the large bed, and a massive stone fireplace crackled on the far wall. Moonlight filtered through tall, narrow windows framed by thick curtains. This was Daron’s private quarters, deep inside the Alpha’s residence. Everything about it screamed power and control.

« Putain… » cria-t-elle en s’agrippant à lui, perdant peu à peu pied face à celui qu’elle n’aurait jamais dû approcher. Mais comment résister à l’héritier Santiago, celui qui obtient toujours ce qu’il veut, sans jamais hésiter ? « Xandeeeer… » « Dis mon nom ! » « Xandeeeer ! » « Mon nom complet », murmura-t-il. « Alexander West Santiago ! » Et à partir de ce jour, elle devint sa plus grande faiblesse. Jordan Monroe est la première fille, longtemps cachée, de Rowan Monroe. Toute sa vie, elle a vécu dans l’ombre du nom puissant de son père, traitée comme une étrangère au sein de sa propre famille. Tout bascule lorsqu’elle intègre la prestigieuse Lakeside Elite Academy,

Caleb looked at her with annoyance. “Wow Em, only you can get the always calm and composed Caleb annoyed” Eric glanced at him,a smirk tugging at his lips. While the four people laughed and chatted, Anubis stood in front of a white and blue temple, the air was filled the scent of chrysanthemums as he entered. Every corner of the temple spoke of elegance and history. “Isis” Aunbis' voice echoed through the hallways. “Show yourself” “Isis” he called out again.

I supposed Bobst library became my official escape place when everything around me goes wrong. My eyes travel on the title of the textbook. The Oxford Handbook of Emotion, Social Cognition, and Problem Solving in Adulthood. I’m reading this in advance, because I’m bored. I know I’m weird when my boredom visits me. I can read all the textbooks in Psychology if that happens like what I’m doing right now. “Are you just going to read those all day?” “Nice seeing you here, Tranquil.” The man snorted while looking at my textbooks. He sat down in front of me and placed his things. I arched my eyebrow at him as I point the cute bunny keychain on his bag.

He knew Beatrice was to blame for it. That night, Okayo lay in his bed, his mind touring miles away. It was approaching midnight yet he could not sleep. His eyes were light and dry, no dizziness stroked them. He just stared blankly into the globe of darkness. Everyone else was deeply carried away into a perfect rest. Some were snoring, others snorting, causing disturbances to his ears. They were possibly awake in another world, a world of compelling and appalling impossibilities. He passed his fingers over Oboo who was lying very still beside him. His body was like a helpless bundle of firewood in the bed, except for the warmth and pulsation that proved it living. He turned and gave him a we

Xander grumbled when his hands kept working to open the envelope in his palm. In a short time, he had already taken out all things inside the envelope and set them on the table. Both of them gawked without a word, staring at the things that contained the brown envelope. Besides the divorce certificate, there was also a saving book and ATM card as well. In addition, there were a certificate of a house and a key. After looking at each other for a few seconds, Ansel’s and Xander’s hands moved at the same time to grab the saving book and the house certificate.