Rascal Book Novels & Stories

I trudged up and down the aisle another time and let my gaze wander and sweep one last glance across the rows, and was about to leave when my gaze fell on a thin book almost going unnoticed, sandwiched between two thick books at the third row of the last bookshelf. Out of curiosity, I plucked it out, my heart pounding as I read the title: ‘Untold Tales of the Pack: A Memoir’ , the name of the author has been scribbled off by a sharpie. The book looks new compared to the ones I read. My throat clicked dry as I opened the book. I gasped when I read the first line: ‘The Renaud pack is known for its strength, wealth and integrity but did you know that the pack alphas are also cursed?’ Here, fin

"If books are so important, then include me. Read to me now." Rosa looked down at the book in her hands. "You won't like it. It's about magic and fantasy worlds." "Try me." Rosa opened the book to the first page. Her voice was shaky at first, but as she read, she began to relax. Pierce listened, really listened, to the story she was telling. "The main character is brave," Pierce said when Rosa paused. "Like you." Rosa looked at him in surprise. "Nicolas said the same thing."

Tyrn is already seated at the table, his laptop open, fingers flying across the keyboard as he keeps track of Rael. I drop into my chair, unable to take my eyes off Rosella—standing there with her shoulders drawn in, eyes fixed on the floor, looking far too innocent for someone who's built a life on deception. I should feel nothing but disgust. Instead, I can't stop looking at her. The realization irritates the hell out of me. "Rael's hiding in the old warehouse district on the east side of the Dunes," Tyrn says without looking up from his laptop. His fingers continue flying across the keyboard. "He's got six men with him. If we move now, we can hit the place tonight."

When Rosa saw Brawen, she was overjoyed, dropped the book she was reading, and almost stroked Brawen: "Fortunately you are okay, Brawen" Brawen smiled brightly: "I'm fine. Is Rosa reading a book?" Rosa put the book "One Thousand and One Nights" on the desk drawer, her eyes a little longing: "The human world in the books you lent me is so beautiful, I also want to go there, especially the France" Rosa sighed: "I am not as strong as you, if I go out in the sun, I will be burned to ashes and disappear forever". Brawen suddenly shouted: "I..

" Raven is a late bloomer, “ Allison said with conviction. “ All the Raven wolves I have heard of are late bloomers “Eros informed us. “ Damn!! No wonder she did not shift at eighteen," Allison said, and Eros nodded. “You all saw black-blue fur. I can’t be wrong. I have seen them in my great-great grandfather's book “ Eros muttered, going through the books on the shelf. “ I thought they were stories and myths until now”, he flipped through the pages and handed the old book over to me.

She left them and walked straight towards their classroom. “Another boring day,” she whispered to herself as she sat. She put her bag and get the book which she covered with another design to hide the real title of the book. The book was called “My Journey Beyond My Imagination”. It was written by Lilia Desaix, it’s the reason why Clandes covered the book. Bulwarkians were not allowed to read or use any artworks of Desaix. Desaix was known as a criminal, they killed a lot of humans since they are vampires and witches. But, it cannot be denied that they are talented.

Cela replied. "Nanny Rita, you are not that old. You're only a decade older than me. You're just like my big sister. You and Doc Rio are still in your prime," Rolan said. "So what do you think, Cela?" Doc Rio asked. "Do you think our story could pass for a romantic novel?" "Oh, don't let Ivy hear that. She might follow up for the third book or ask for a fourth book," Cela joked. "But theirs is a good story, right?" Ivy said. "I might write it myself," she added.

Everything led back to her and our kiss and I wanted to do it over and over again, and more. I fell on the bed, kicking my shoes off and picking up my favorite book. La Divina Commedia, a three-part poem about the travels through the three regions, Hell, Purgatory and Paradise. It was an immediate distraction from my tormenting thoughts and the fact Emiliana was only down the hall. Or so I thought. Soft knocks, almost inaudible, tapped on my door. Louder ones followed before the door swung open.

For updates and chapter teasers, check my i*st*gr*m >>> authorjwgstout Or my F_B group for readers >>> Author Jwgstout I ask you to please leave me a review Join me for King Kellen's adventure in the third book: More plot twists, romance, and mythology links coming your way. I hope you enjoy this bonus chapter, a little taste of the upcoming book. ***The Gladiator Wolf King - Book 3 OUT NOW and completed*** ***** The Gladiator Wolf King Chapter 1 – Waking Up KING KELLEN I opened my eyes, a nauseating feeling rose from my stomach right up to my throat. My stomach was sloshing and my vision was blurry. I blinked twice, adjusting my eyes to the dark; the only light was from a low-hanging bulb,

Grand, with a vaulted ceiling arched high, painted with constellations and mythic beasts, towering shelves rising like walls, carved from dark oak and lined with books. “Here.” He pulls out an old book, its cover black and edged in gold. At the center gleams a golden wolf’s head, bared teeth frozen in a snarl. Behind it, a raven spreads its wings wide, poised as if descending from the sky. Grimm opens it. The pages are an old, yellowish color, but intact. “Most of the Raven Wolf King books here are written to sound like fantasy, as if he were just a fairy tale. This one’s the one you want. Depicts date‑to‑date events.”