People Of Book Novels & Stories

This female was definitely close to the King, and if so, maybe she could help me convince him to let me go free. “Yes, I already read it. Shakespeare.” I answered her. “I love to read and let's face it that in our environment, there are few books of this type. Just books about building, how to be a Luna, or how to be a proper lady.” I said, rolling my eyes and I heard Morgan giggling softly. "I know, right?!" “In some packs, human books of this sort are forbidden. I'm shocked the King didn't banish them here.” I confessed. Even though I didn't want to admit it, I had to say that the King had done some good.

The room fell silent, captivated by the book's sudden appearance. "It contains the record of both the good and the evil that each person has done. This book is the ultimate judge of our actions, as it holds the truth of every soul." "The Book of Life will guide us in determining the outcome of this trial," he continued, his gaze piercing as he looked at me. "It will reveal the truth of your actions and help us reach a just verdict."

From a young age, I have always dreamed of writing a book that people all over the world would want to read. I once heard someone say, "If you are a writer and people don’t read your books, then you have written a journal." This quote stuck with me and made me realize that the real goal of writing is to create something that others want to read and enjoy.

"My name is Danielle Arnold with no parents. I stay with my Pa and I have come to work here as a clerk. I am good with economics and reading is my hobby." "Is that all?" The woman asked. "If I were to tell you all then we all wouldn't leave here today. Besides, you asked for a briefing." The last man who hadn't said anything nodded and went through my resume. "Are you good at reading? What is your favorite book?" The first man asked again. Just as I had predicted. "My favorite book is a book I haven't read at all but I have it at home. It was written by Adam Smith, 'the wealth of the nation.'"

## Author's Note Hello everyone, I am incredibly grateful that you have taken the time to delve into my book “Caged by Him.” Your time and attention are invaluable, and I want to express my heartfelt thanks for allowing my story to be a part of your day. Writing this book has been a journey filled with passion, creativity, and a few challenges along the way, and I’m thrilled to share it with you.

It was a face that held the promise of a future yet to be unraveled. Magnus was gone for the day with the elders, and Orla was at the community building, so I had the house to myself. We were not allowed books of fiction in our communal library. I scanned the leather spines and pulled one off the shelf, The Picture of Dorian Gray by an author Oscar Wilde. I settled into my Father's oversized leather chair and opened the book on his desk. As I delve into the pages, I find myself captivated by a foreign world. The characters' complexities and struggles resonate deeply, reflecting parts of my inner thoughts and emotions.

Somewhere in the city—several stories above, in a steel and glass building—Julian Blackwood lay in his dark, sleek bedroom, staring at the book she had given him. He'd never intended to keep it. When Lena Carter had offered it to him—those gentle words, that thoughtful crease between her eyebrows—he'd intended to refuse. But something in her eyes had taken away his intention. It was neither flirting nor pretense. It was genuine. Silent. Generous. He hated kindness. It broke things open. Julian gazed down at the book. The cover was unadorned, the title in gold print: *A Man Called Ove*. He remembered Lena's words:

Princess Eloise said, "The book is only accessed by people who have a special bloodline. It selects who can access it — just two." Mars said, "But before we came to look for you, we were more than two, and we were able to read the book." Princess Eloise said, "Only because it allowed you." I nodded and said, "So the living book is a big deal." Princess Eloise replied, "A very big deal." She paused, then continued, "Let's forget about the mystery of the living book. My son, tell me about him, and why is he not in the werewolf realm right now?"

There’s even someone there, lying on their back on a sofa—I can’t tell if it’s a man or a woman. Whoever it is, they have a book in their hands, and I almost stop dead to stare at them. I’m looking at someone who not only knows how to read, but has also preserved a book instead of using it for kindling the way most people did early in the Lunar Reversal. I’ve seen books plenty of times, of course—my mother had some, and if Cassian is to be believed, there’s still a library full of them out there somewhere. But this wasn’t what I expected to see in a coven. I don’t know what I did expect. Moon Casters holding hands and chanting, maybe.

The sealed book trembled once. Then became still again. The gray-coated man folded his hands behind his back. "You've spent your life searching for answers." "But answers change people." "Sometimes..." "...they erase them." The woman stepped forward. "If you know so much..." "Why not open it yourself?" A faint smile crossed the stranger's face. "I tried." "I couldn't." "The book refuses anyone..." "...except its rightful Author." Silence. Every gaze slowly turned toward Adrian. The silver lock on the black book reflected his face.