Pretty Reckless Book Novels & Stories

There were so many books on the table, it made the table looks messy. "Urgh, boys are so dirty", She uttered as she opened the book and began to go through it. A piece of paper dropped down to the floor, when she switched to the next page. She dropped the book on the table and swat down to pick it up. " Alvin Dallas, A", She read and gasped. "So that means when he said he failed the test, he was lying, but why did he lied", Precious said in a whisper and felt a cold hand touched her shoulder. She shrug in fear and turned to look at him.

“They are doing their jobs. You should be grateful.” I let out a disbelieving scoff. “Grateful?” I repeated. “Right. I’ll be sure to send them all thank-you baskets for ruining my life.” I tapped a finger against the rim of my glass before flashing him a razor-sharp smile. “I bet the pack would love to know that their precious Alpha is housing a rogue and an enemy member right under their noses.” The second the words left my mouth, the room shifted. Something sharp crackled in the air, thickening the space between us like a storm about to break.

He reached for it, and I reluctantly lifted my knees to let him take it. He read the title aloud, his voice laced with amusement: “Captured and Claimed by the Mafia Don?”. "Really? Kimberly" I glared at him, my embarrassment mounting. “It was the only interesting book here.” His smile widened. “Out of all these books, that’s what you call interesting?” “What should I have read instead?” I shot back, gesturing at the shelves. “One of those dry leadership manuals?” Without responding, he pulled a book off the shelf. Rich Dad, Poor Dad. He held it up as though it were a trophy.

she mumbled like she always did before any incident happened. ****** Thanks for reading. And yeah, please give a chance to my other books as well. Beta Nicholas is a werewolf romance. Please read it too, and the decision of completing it is completely on you. Thanks. And please, vote for the story :)

She could be in danger. I didn’t waste another second. I was out of the bar, heading to my car, ready to speed through the streets like a skilled racer. My chest felt like it was on fire. Jericho Augusto was dangerous, ruthless. A worse evil than his brother. Quiet and deadly, hiding in shadows. If he touched Jessica… I wouldn't live with it. As I got to the gate, a familiar Camry pulled over. And then I saw her, stepping out of the car.

None of them had rested. Even now, rest felt dangerous. Anything could happen. The entire realm felt as though it was standing on the edge of collapse. I grabbed the Living Book from my room and returned. Placing it on the table beside Micha, I watched as it slowly opened. Golden letters appeared. "Levi and Micha. It seems much has happened." Micha folded his arms. "Obviously. Do you have anything useful? Anything that can help us against Raphael or Roosevelt?" The book replied. "What I know is this: the chaos Raphael and Roosevelt will unleash upon each other will be devastating."

Nyla’s POV I'm drawing a pentagram on my apartment floor with sidewalk chalk at midnight on a Tuesday because apparently this is what my life has come to. There’s a leather-bound book open beside me, old, as if it survived the Victorian era. I found it at an estate sale last weekend, buried under a box of porcelain cats, which feels like the universe burying a loaded gun inside a Build-A-Bear. It was quite an… interetsing book. The chapter I keep returning to shows a naked woman arched on her back on the floor, with a demon-man like being, with extra limbs, and an abnormally huge-sized cock burried inside her pussy.

My mind kept replaying his messages, his tone, that smug confidence. Tomorrow was going to be a disaster. Or a war. Or both. I sighed softly and pulled the covers closer. First day at Ravelli Holdings. First meeting with Alessio. What could possibly go wrong?

“What about the Soireé?” “Your co-host is doing some serious damage control, sending people home and promising them an early free copy of his latest book as compensation for the “emotional trauma” of watching your father get arrested.” she does her little, bitter snort-laugh again, “As if any of these rich people read.” Still, it was more than enough, we all knew. Nicco Moretti’s latest book in his legendary “Owl Hunter” series is probably considered more valuable than actual gold right now.

He thought of what might be the reason as he breathe heavily. “The magic book!” he gasp as he quickly runs downstairs and into the shelf. He quickly grab the book as it opened the pages by itself, as the flipping stops. He read it as the context makes him sweat while he quivered in fear. “No!” he gasp as the book closed making a loud thud that echoed all over the room. “What is it?” Niffa asks coming towards him while rubbing her eyes. Then Rico yawns on the other side of the floor as he stands up.