Our Shared Shelf Novels & Stories

Henry declared. At that moment, the temperature in the room plummeted. The familiar chill came back with a vengeance. All three of us could sense it. “It’s here…”

the other replied. Voices rose slightly. Not anger. Frustration. Rowan stepped in, not with authority. With clarity. “If it wasn’t written as personal storage,” he said, “it belongs to the shared supply.” One of the wolves looked ready to protest further. Then stopped. Because the rule was visible. He sighed and handed the apples over. “Fine.” The tension passed. But Lily felt it ripple outward. Scarcity always reveals the edges of generosity. Later that night, she returned to the charcoal wall.

We went up. The office in the morning was the version I knew — reflected light, warm and indirect, the floors going honey, the brick at the back in its terracotta darkness. I watched Maya take it in with the same unhurried assessment she had brought on Friday and saw her land in the same place I had: this is right. "The shelving," she said, going to the east wall. "This was here?" "Previous tenant left it." She ran a hand along the top shelf. "Good quality. This is expensive shelving."

“Ms. Smith is paying double to keep us, but a few of us still want to work with you. We see a future working with you!” I nodded and said nothing further. True talent should never remain buried. I sighed inwardly as the truck carrying Grand Media’s items trundled out of sight. The past had gone with the wind. I had a future to work on.

It was a gift Sharon had made for him herself on the island. Unconsciously, his gaze softened. "Because... whenever I see her, it's like seeing a clear, sunny day." … At the Kalen Group, an emergency shareholders' meeting was convened. The shareholders aligned with Shayla hadn't yet seized the chance to speak, but Richard's faction jumped first.

Nothing any normal person couldn’t handle. We have made it to the other side of the stage. “Celebrate with us!” The pastor-like man says. “Today we walk behind the She-Shifter as she leads us to redemption. She will ward off our enemies, and fight for our coexistence. Bow to her!” They all rise from their seats. They get down on their knees and in unison, they lean forward, their foreheads resting on the evenly cut grass beneath them. Then, when everyone is down, I drink from this blessed cup filled with wine and the blood of the leaders of the past. Once I have finished every drop, they rise, and their applause is phenomenal.

"It looks as if we're not going to have many more customers today." "Let us take this opportunity to sort through the vases and curios. They really are enormously disordered and dusty," Mr. Sharma suggested in his cultured sub-continental accent. The ornaments were on some rickety old shelves right at the back of the shop wedged into a space between the kitchen implements and ball gowns.

What's wrong with Shin? * To Be Continued *

The room was occupied with a large mahogany table, bookshelves, paintings and a huge chandelier giving the room and them a majestic look. They were triplets born with an unbreakable bond. They share everything from their office to the bedroom and even their women. With their unbreakable bond they conquered the supernatural world. Both werewolf and vampire kingdoms, even witches all of them. They were blessed with immense power but their unity was their real power and everyone was scared of that. No one desired to come in their radar by offending them.

Kelly deserved that much. “Another two companies on the eastern ridge,” I said, tapping the parchment. “We can’t leave the river crossing exposed.” Kelly stopped mid-stride, rubbed the back of his neck. “You really think the southern packs will stay neutral forever? One whisper from their alphas and—” The door creaked open. Sharon poked her head inside, cheeks flushed, eyes glittering like she’d just won a war single-handed. My heart gave a stupid, eager thud. She looked alive, dangerously alive.