Piers Anthony Books Novels & Stories

I mean, I once bought five expensive as hell bikes for the students who helped me hide Anthony’s jersey before a major game causing him to sit it out but he didn’t seem all that impressed by it. “You bought my number?” Anthony asked incredulously. “From who? And why did you pay that much for it? I could have given it to you if you’d asked me.” “Now where’s the romance in that?” I felt like puking, but more than anything I wanted to slam Michael’s head in. I wish I could convince Anthony that Michael was only playing him to get back at me. Why else will Michael Tema suddenly be interested in Anthony Pearce? He wasn’t even bi!

“When you and the wolves were playing with the sorcereses, do you imagine that we were senselessly—” “Playing with yourselves?” I offered, just to watch Mischief’s spluttered outrage. Anthony’s delighted laugh, however, made it worth it. He ducked back from underneath the table, stroking the worn covers of the books lovingly. I was fixated with the way that he caressed them with the pads of his fingers. What would those long fingers feel like touching my skin with the same reverence...? I shivered, flooded with warmth.

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"Sorry. It's just so good." "I'd be disappointed in Pierre had he not elicited that reaction from you." "Pierre cooked this?" Anthony simply nods as he takes a bite of his own. "Does he cook for everyone?" I ask as I take a salmon canapé. Anthony simply quirks an eyebrow as if he thinks I'm asking a stupid question. "Only for the ones he met 27 years ago." "Pierre is now my favorite person." His eyes darken at that. "Who was it before? That Warren boy?" He asks.

growled Anthony, ignoring Rhone the stranger continued to lash flirty jabs at me, "Do you taste as sweet as you look?", Anthony bang his fists against his desk, "I SAID TO FUCKING LEAVE HER ALONE PETER ATKINS!" Even though Anthony's voice stood tall and strong and made me piss my pants a little, it had no effect on the man, he only smirked, blew me a kiss, and left. Who the fuck was that? And why did Anthony get so defensive?

Her phone vibrated. ~A book?~ It read. ~Yes. Find out what it means.~ ~On it.~ ************* Anthonio was still unsettled. Something was off. He went back to the rear end and took the right turn. He reached the door that sat at the ending and twisted the knob. He stepped in and locked the door. His eyes assessed everywhere for any form of intruding. He couldn't find anything. Everything was in place. He moved towards a specific book area and reached out to a book with black binding.

"Pierre? Did he actually come back? What right does he have to live here? Who agreed to let him stay here?" The maid did not dare to answer when she saw that Paisley was furious. Footsteps could be heard from the stairs. The second son of the Anthony family, Pierre Anthony, put his hands in his pockets and came down from the stairs. He saw Paisley and sneered. "You're back? I was going to the hospital to see you." Paisley was full of anger when she saw Pierre. "Who let you live here? This is Hardy's villa. Why are you here? Go to a hotel, there is no place for you here!"

So much for keeping his feelings about Talia to himself. Anthony led Talia into his office, and she looked around curiously. He had an entire wall of bookshelves with one of those ladders that were sometimes in libraries. It was impressive. Talia didn’t read much, but books fascinated her…or more likely, the way some people loved books fascinated her. All the volumes on Anthony’s shelves were leather bound with fancy gold lettering on them, but none of them appeared to be books she could curl up with. “They’re all legal books, unfortunately,” Anthony said, coming to stand beside her. “But look.”

He walked into a random aisle, pulling out the first book he got his hands onto before bringing it over to Rosie to check it out. Rosie peered down at the book, a questioning look flashing in her eyes. "'The Mormon People'," she noted, looking at him in amusement. "Interesting choice." Anthony's face flushed a shade of scarlet. "Research," he coughed out. Rosie let out a quiet laugh as she rang up the book and handed it to him. "Happy reading." "Happy travels, Rosie."

Sam said as he and Niel stood up from their seats to pack their books. "I just can't find one Sam, that's not a big deal." Niel said. "You're crazy." Sam replied, shaking his head pitifully. The two together packed their books and walked out of the class. School was the same as always, rowdy and crowded. It made Niel miss the sanctuary of his room as soon as he stepped into the hall. No incident so far, for which he was grateful.