Ra Book Novels & Stories

Your words matter a lot to me! See you in book 3 (Time for some bloody Mafia romance!) Yours, Rae-Rae.

Corrian says as we pass a reading nook with oversized bean bag chairs and a shelf full of books no toddler would read. I catch one title, ‘Teeth Are Not for Biting (But Sometimes They Are)’. I raise an eyebrow. “Special how?” He doesn’t answer. We pass a hallway lined with artwork. Crayon drawings, finger paints, but some of them are odd. Red scribbles in circular patterns, shapes that look more like symbols than animals. One has a giant black figure drawn with scratchy lines and tiny words underneath it. I lean closer. ‘The Bad Ones Are Coming.’

Brianna asked. “No, I didn’t,” Rebecca answered with a roll of her eyes. Leave it to Brianna to put two and two together. At thirteen, Brianna acted more than her age. Maybe it was from all the books she read or just her natural endowments, whichever the case, whenever she opened her mouth, you’ll most likely be left in awe or annoyance, considering her overly honest utterances. “Are you sure you didn’t get into a fight, dear,” Mrs. Butterworth asked, a worried expression on her robust face.

I sincerely hope you embrace the journey of this captivating tale. While fiction, the essence of Tara Lyle, the main character in this book, mirrors strength as resonant as the very essence of the narrative. I invite you to accompany her until the publication of Tara Lyle Book 2, "At Willete's Mercy," where the saga continues to weave its captivating narrative.

I said, a hint of curiosity infusing my tone as I raised an eyebrow, hoping to break the awkward silence between us. Roxy's response was laced with a hint of defiance, her eyes sparkling with a mix of curiosity and wariness. "Well, you did leave it with me," she pointed out, her voice steady. "Also, there are some pretty interesting facts in this book. I've been learning quite a bit about things I probably shouldn't even know." As she spoke, her gaze locked onto mine, and this time, she didn't look away.

Raven sounded a little confused, and still looked embarrassed. Heather put her book on the table and pushed it in front of Raven. There was a small picture on the front, just like most of Raven's Braille books. The picture looked like a little blonde girl wearing a homemade Superman -- Supergirl, I suppose -- costume. The title was Robin's Great Adventures. At the bottom of the picture I could barely make out the words "A story by", then in larger letters "Raven Tipton".

Roxanne came out of nowhere. Arlen shut the book at once, fearing she may get upset for snooping. But Roxanne merely glanced at the cover and flipped through the pages, eager to show them to him. "This is a history book. It holds a compilation of important events concerning the Kingdoms of Slora. It's is a special edition from the forbidden library, and you're not allowed to read it." She took her seat. " But I can read it to you," Roxanne added when the youngster lowered his eyes.

her best friend calls her attention. She reverses her eyes with a smile on Erikka. “Yes?” “This is Ranold, I met him a few times already and he makes drinks up to its price! Ranold, this is Ara, the sweetest and only best friend I always mention to you.” “Nice to meet you,” smiles Ronald. “Likewise,” Ara smiled back politely.

It was a toddler book, and I wondered why she called this book as evidence. "Please open it, uncle." I opened it, and I frowned, at the same time smiling when I saw a rabbit drawn on top of the letter. I close the book and look at the cover. I noticed that the book is from Uncle Phil, and he is giving it to Ara. "This is the evidence you are saying?" She nodded her head. I opened it again and scanned all the pages only to see all the rabbits drawing inside it. "I don't get how this book becomes evidence?" I asked.

“I think you’d be prettier if you didn’t hide your face behind a book.” I placed the book on my thigh and stared at Azrael who had a gentle smile on his face before he moved closer. “What about your partner?” Azrael asked as I shook my head. “What’s the name of the book you’re reading?” Azrael asked as I stared at the book. “Dreams and Nightmares by Sidney Raul.” I replied. “What’s it about?” Azrael asked.