Off The Books Novels & Stories

The girl said. “Same here. I actually thought that this book wasn’t popular but you’re reading it as well. Oh, I’m Kayne by the way, Kayne David.” “I’m Natsumi Koga, it’s nice to meet you!” “Ah yes, you as well. I was actually about to ask if you always come here.” Kayne asked. “Uhuh, I always go to this café every time I go to town, this is actually kind of my spot, haha.”

Yup, his gift is edible. Dylan goes first. He exchanges gifts with all of us, and he seems satisfied by what he got. I mean, he's all smiles and blushes. Cam goes second. When he gets my gift, especially the book, he hugs me and pulls me off the ground. "Okay, easy, easy." I slap his shoulder, and he drops me with a grin on his face. "You got me more than one?" He almost screams as he looks at the books and then the pair of matching glasses, socks and cap.

I just needed to get them to leave us alone. I opened the envelope and inside were more of my medical records. They were all about my miscarriage, but certain words were highlighted. Well not certain words, just one. Abortion. If you read the word in front of it, it was actually a missed abortion. I wasn't sure what that meant because I didn't have an abortion, I had a miscarriage.

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Members only. I know what club he's talking about. I've heard whispers—Callum's teammates, late-night conversations I wasn't supposed to overhear. A place called Lux. Underground. Invite-only. The kind of place where NFL players go to disappear for a night, where everything is off the record and nothing leaves the building. And Caleb is taking some other girl there tonight.

"I want something to happen that isn't me splitting logs or you staring at the treeline like an extra in a Western. We’re hiding." "We’re not hiding." "We’re rotting!" Liam’s voice cracked, the raw edge of it tearing through the quiet cabin. He slammed his palm down on the scarred wood of the table, making the whetstone jump. "We burned the papers, we threw the medal in the trash, we played the martyrs—and now what? We’re just two guys in the woods playing pioneer because we were too cowardly to figure out how to live a normal life after the sport was done with us!"

“ It’s nothing. Just a library book I checked out. By accident. Just a silly mistake.“ Now that was the understatement of the century. “A silly mistake, my behind,” Edith cackled. “The Kama Sutra. The Joy of Sex. Dating for Dummies. The Multi-Orgasmic Couple. The Girlfriend's Guide to Great Sex.” Edith pointed to each of the books as she listed off the titles. Picking up the books, Mattie said, “This is my business. My personal, private business.” “Poppycock.” Edith stood, hands on her generous hips, blocking the door. “If you wanted this to be private, you wouldn’t have brought those books here.“

, the time when almost all of the staff are for sure already home. I returned the books I borrowed in their respective areas before I bolted out of the library to go to the principal’s office. I noticed that there are no students and teaching staff walking on the corridor anymore. When I reached the principal’s office, I wandered the whole area first before knocking on the door. “Come in! The door’s open.” A smirk played on my lips when I heard his voice. Damn, his deep voice is already enough to make my pussy wet. I did not waste any opportunity and immediately opened the door, and his eyes widened a fraction when he saw me.

After a few seconds she returned holding three books in her hands. She handed them to me “what’s going on?” she asked. “You can go, I will let you know if there’s something I need” I replied without answering her question. Abigail left my office while I opened the first book and went through it, word for word and digit for digit. In the first book there were no mistakes or anything but the money written there wouldn’t afford to build such an expensive office. I also went through the other two books that were left and I still couldn’t find anything suspicious. But of course, a drug dealer would never expose their monies if they used a book store and a coffee shop to launder it, with the coffe