Shackled Book Novels & Stories

James shakes his head as he grins, “so.. would you prefer fifty shades or Susie homemaker?” “Hmm,” I hum as I walk slowly over to the bookshelves in the mini red light district. There were a lot of toys on the shelves. Dildos, vibrators, butt plugs, cock rings, some kind of stone eggs I didn’t recognize, and of course an assortment of handcuffs and rope. My curiosity gets the bette of me and I go over to the large X, trailing my hands over the smooth wood and gripping the cuffs. Turning to James I say hesitantly, “I’ve been reading a book. One of Annie’s.. about.. being fully dominated. And I was wondering if we could try that?”

As with ETP, there will be some crossover with times and events from Shattered Bonds as Spellbound will cover the war from the witch's side. Leana and Drake's as yet untitled book should be out early summer. I also have plans for a novella for Malin and Cohen, Quinn and Emerson and possibly Riley and Clint's stories. Reagan, the youngest of Angel and Liam's children will have her own book late in the year and Hope, mentioned in the last epilogue will also have her own book, The Hybrid's Hope, planned for early next year. For a complete list of my books and scheduled releases, check out my social media page, Cooper's Pack.

She filtered through them, trying to find the perfect one to start with before she stumbled upon one with a very catchy cover. There was a lady or girl with a red hoodie covering almost half of her face with other features like a bowing girl, held down by chains and then surrounded by lit candles. In total, the cover looked really captivating. She brought out the book before shutting the drawer. She wore her glasses and glanced at the book, Bound By The Erstwhile Chains, read the title. She turned it over and saw the author's name, Lara .A. Falowo and a bit about her. Fascinated by the prologue, she dived into the book, flipping pages after pages until she heard a voice come through the inte

That I was the wife of a wolf who abandoned her to be with his fated mate? It wasn't a fun story to tell. My footsteps echoed softly as I moved deeper into the vault. A row of heavy books lined a nearby shelf, their titles half-faded or written in a dialect I didn’t recognize. Some were thick and chained shut with tarnished clasps. Others were open, pages brittle and the script barely legible. I passed a shattered case full of broken relics, swords with warped hilts, and armor pieces stained with runes. A dagger lay cracked in half, its edge dulled with time. And behind all of it, in the far corner, the orb still pulsed.

I walked toward the shelves, lazily running my fingers across the spines of the books as I scanned the titles. History of Blood Clans. Treaties of the Northern Territories. Ancient Magical Structures. Boring. Boring. Also boring. Who actually reads this stuff for fun? I kept moving along the shelves until one particular book caught my attention. It looked older than the others, the cover worn and faded like it had been opened a thousand times before. Curious, I pulled it out. The moment the book left the shelf, something clicked behind the wall. I froze. “…Okay.”

Due to the sudden impact, he bent down a little but she failed to notice his grin. When your hands are bound, never trust your balance. And she understood the scientific words then and there. Anirudh might have lost his composure but he didn't forget his reflex. His hands tried to reach her but as he was already bent due to the kick he could only grip her lower region. "Bang."

~ARIA~ I closed the door to my room and leaned against it, letting out a shaky breath. I walked to my bed and sat down, my hands clenching the sheets. Escaping wasn’t going to be easy. Kael's estate was more like a prison. Guards patrolled every inch of the grounds, and cameras watched everything. But I was willing to risk it all.

He took it off her head without saying anything, then tied a weird knot with it with a ‘swoosh’ while looking in Stacey’s direction. The Ultimate Book of Medicine, Red Shackle!

Just expensive furniture and abstract art that looked chosen to impress rather than express. I passed through the living room, my attention drawn to a large bookshelf covering one wall. The collection impressed me—ancient texts on pack history, rare volumes on wolf magic, modern novels organized by genre rather than author. Many of the books looked unread, their spines uncreased. One leather-bound book caught my eye—its dark cover embossed with strange symbols that resembled no language I recognized. I reached for it, but it refused to budge. Odd. I tried again, pulling harder. The book remained firmly in place, as if glued to the shelf.

A very big thick book that was tucked away on a lower shelf caught my eye. It had elaborate catchy designs carved into its surface and its back was strange and hard—almost like stone. Even in this room of wonders it appeared antiquated enigmatic and completely out of place. I was driven by my curiosity which was always my downfall. Reaching for it I took it off the shelf. Its weight was unexpectedly greater than its appearance. It resisted my attempts to open it. Not only was it closed but it was also bound and nearly sealed. Instead of using a lock an organic substance that resembled thin hardened vines or entwined prickly twigs wrapped around the cover and held it closed.