Off The Books Novels & Stories

“Better than that club, at least.” “Exactly.” April disappeared into the back room, returning with a stack of books. She plopped them in front of me. “Here. Keep your hands busy, maybe your brain will stop overloading.” I rolled my eyes but pulled the stack closer. “My brain has stopped overloading, work master.” “Motivator,” she corrected with a grin.

“Bree, what was that?” Brianna was occupied flipping through the first book, so she didn’t answer at first. He saw her shocked expression and got by her side to check the name of the book she was reading. ‘The peacemaker fallacy: waging war as a business strategy’ Nate frowned, trying to make sense out the title. “Bree, what is it?” “Love… it’s about the Council. All of them, look.” She got a few pieces of paper that didn’t belong to any book and showed him what she saw.

Klark, ‘Tribid Greed’ by Steve Reynolds, and a lot of other books. One by one Trisha returned all the books she'd picked. When she was beginning to get tired and unmotivated, the corner of her eyes perceived a strange book on a shelf not too far from where she was. Its spines were tattered and appeared like spiky wires beneath the poor lighting.

Pete's office on Saturday morning smells like old paper and the particular staleness of a room used consistently for serious things, and he sits across from Rohan and me with the access log, the shadow deletion record, and Cassidy's written statement laid out in front of him, and reads through all of it twice in complete silence before he looks up. His expression is the expression of someone who has confirmed what he already suspected and finds no satisfaction whatsoever in being right.

But she had no idea that the devil does none of that. He infiltrates pain and causes harm to others. ………… It was past 10am the day after the party when I left my room after an hour of practicing ballet. I freshened up and made my way to Dad’s home office. I wasn’t able to speak to him last night as he was pretty shaken by the sudden visit of the Bratva’s eldest son. But there was no way I could avoid this discussion. I had to ask him why he borrowed money from the Bratva and why he was unable to pay back when he had enough to host a grand party last night.

Eventually, I'd choose an illustration for the book cover. What no one knew—not my mother, certainly not the professor—was that I'd already published six e-books under a pseudonym and was drafting my seventh. The anonymity freed me to imagine without limits. The mere thought of my mother or that stuffy professor reading my adult content made me want to die.

They light up. Actually light up. Like humor is bouncing around inside them. “Am I right?” I ask. “Or at least close?” He shakes his head slowly. “Not even remotely.” “Fine,” I say. “Educate me. What’s a book ban?” He sighs dramatically, but his eyes are still sparkling. “It’s when a responsible citizen decides to stop buying books for a while,” he explains, “because their bank account is begging for mercy.” “Oh,” I say slowly, glancing at the stack in his arms.

"I don't like people looking at you like that." "So you burned the leverage." "I redirected it." He looked at me. "There's a difference." I thought about the way his shoulder had settled against mine. The automatic turn of the concept board. Neither of us had planned it and Crane had seen it and it had done more for our credibility than anything the lawyers said. "You know what the most convincing moment was?" I asked. "The Mitchell disclosure." "No. When you turned my concept board toward you. Like you actually wanted to see it."

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