Quotes From The Book Looking For Alaska Novels & Stories

Xander and I wouldn’t have survived in our line of work without them. Slapping it on my wrist, I grab my go bag and exit the bus in search of the Alpha. Not having to look long to find him sitting against a log near the fire, reading a book. Popping a seat next to him, he doesn’t bother glancing upward as he turns the page. “Wanna do some recon with Alpha Elle?” I ask, twiddling with my thumbs. My question is enough to get him to glance upward, a glint of curiosity hidden there.

Ethan asked Alice "Where did you find this photo?” Alice looked at Ethan’s expression and replied “ It was present in the golden book. I took a screenshot of it. What happened?" Ethan pointed to Clara and said 'This is my mom.”

I know he’s the alpha. But what does that really mean? What do wolves do with their days when they aren’t fishing for food or kidnapping innocent people? Once I get proficient enough at fishing, he said I’d start hunting. Which hopefully means I get to spend my days with someone other than a chain-smoking, shoe-throwing prick. Just as I come to the end of the treeline, I catch a flash of red in my peripheral. I turn my head, but it’s gone. The fuck?

Murphy said and tried moving when his father stopped him. "No son, Silver bullets are only Available in China and the U.S.A" Kane said with Waverly voice. "What should I do?" Murphy inquired, panicking. "Kill me.." Kane said in a shaking voice, staring at his son who held him with his hands. His voice was croaking and he had just a few seconds to his Death. "Dad, I can't. I can't kill you!" Murphy said, whimpering in tears. "Do it now! It's now or never! If you kill me... You'll become the next Alpha" Kane said but Murphy wasn't buying what he was saying.

Alaska is stunning. There is a bright light in her eyes and smile. She just has this glow from within that would attract anyone to her. Everyone wants to look at her. Even me. A cruel voice in my head tells me that I was insane for thinking—even for a second—that Max would ever choose me instead of her. “Ah,” Albert says beside me, and my cheeks warm up while my heart drops. “Here is the golden couple. Congratulations to you both. You look absolutely stunning, sister of mine.”

She placed the leather-bound book on her lap with reverence, brushing away the lingering dust with her trembling fingers. The book creaked open like it hadn’t been touched in years. Its pages were yellowed and fragile, but tucked between random paragraphs were faint markings—notes written in delicate, slanted handwriting. Leah’s heart thudded as she scanned the lines, searching for meaning. On the third chapter, Sofia’s voice came alive. “Nothing is ever truly what it seems. A beautiful prison is still a prison.” Leah’s brows furrowed. She flipped another page. More underlines, this time around a quote from the book’s protagonist:

Her eyes are hardly cracked open to see what I have in my hands. "Book, from Alaska," she says in a grumble before closing her eyes again. I flip the pages open, finding the entire book written in the strange language. When I am nearly at the end of its pages, a thin, silver necklace falls from the pages. It lands on the dresser, and I try to pick it up, but quickly drop it again when my skin burns at the contact.

My brother hit not in the eyebrow, but in the eye, harshly and unscrupulously tearing off the plaster from what was brewing in me. - You saw ... - I began, turning the almost decayed cigarette between my fingers. - In the store ... How I behaved, what I was like. And after that you still ask what's holding me back? - So what? Alyosha answered a question with a question, looking at me as if I were a child who did not understand simple truths. - Was and was! he continued. “By the way, next time, if you want to kill someone, then give the order!” The very little thing is not urine! Big game only! Understood?

It was stupidly big for a book and smelled musty, like it was old and had been packed away since forever. She dumped the book on the coffee table in the middle of the room and opened it up. “Now remember, these are someone else’s writings. Here it makes mention of an Alpha that came to her as a last resort to save his sick park. Sound familiar?” She looked at me. Was she expecting an answer? I nodded in agreement, the sooner this was over, the better for me. “It says here he was to find someone, another wolf, a rare type of wolf, unus.”

“I am not a ‘ma’am.’ I am a dying woman with excellent bone structure and I refuse to board a plane looking like an invalid.” “You ARE an invalid,” Queenie says, walking beside her. “That’s medically accurate and emotionally devastating and I don’t appreciate it.” Knox finds me at the edge of the tarmac. His hand slides into mine and we stand for a moment looking back at Alaska — the mountains, the snow, the vast cold territory that gave me a father in a coma and a wolf I don’t understand and a man who caught my blown kiss and put it in his pocket. Oh, the horrors this place has come with.