Shady Characters Book Novels & Stories

“Romantic, aren’t you? Too bad Daisy’s already marked by me. She never looked at you, Andrew. Never will. So go back to Elinor. She’s all you’ve got left. You killed her father— when that old man rises as a ghost-wolf to take revenge, don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Clang！ The sound of silver slamming into stone shattered the air. Sparks flew as Andrew’s blade struck the pillar behind Ryan. I didn’t wait to hear more. I ran downstairs and made my way to the bar.

Her eyes were going through the lines of the book she was reading but every now and then she has to focus on words to grasp the meaning. Continuously, her mind was being shifted to somewhere else instead of thr story which those lines entailed. The book, titled, 'Zaryaab' was about an underworld mafia guy who was not just a businessman but also a prominent politician of the country. A dark and quiet aura had succumbed him always on the streets he walk and within his heart, he carried a deep and intense fire that had been burning him for years.

And yet, all I could think about was the way he looked at me, the way he dropped to his knees on his own dining room floor and handed me the key to his life, and that massive, unimaginable length between his legs that had stretched me open last night in a way no man ever had. "You stupid, desperate, nasty bitch," I cursed at myself, digging my nails into my jeans. "You disgusting, hypocritical little slut. You stand there crying to him about your mom and your principles, and then the second he pulls you close, you melt right into his chest like a pathetic, horny teenager. You're so dirty. You're a sick, wretched, shameless bitch, Sophia. You're falling for him. You actually have feelings for

I was desperate to learn more about my true nature. I pulled down book after book, scanning the pages for any mention of my kind. I read about vampires and werewolves, about shapeshifters and demons. But none of it seemed quite right. I was getting desperate. I felt like I was running out of time like I needed to find the answers I was looking for before it was too late. I moved to the restricted section of the library, the part that was hidden away from prying eyes. I had heard rumours of a book that was hidden here, a book that held the secrets of my kind.

"This is what you both used to read. You used to swoon over them. The hero kidnapped her for a fucksake. Shalini and you have heart eyes for him." "Hey, they are morally grey characters," I explained. "So this is my surprise? You bought me all the smut books?" "Pick one and open them." I took the book with his photo on it, When I opened the first, there was a note and a tiny box carved in it. My heartbeat spiked. These are not books. Not just any books. I open the other books and they are all the same. It has tiny boxes carved in them and story stared in the pages beneath.

" I choked out, clutching the manuscript against my chest as I backed away until my spine hit the cold stone wall. ​Gabriel smiled—a slow, terrifying curve of his lips as he stepped into the dim beam of light. ​"I told you before, little bird," Gabriel whispered, reaching out to take the corner of the parchment from my trembling hands. "There is nowhere in this town where my shadow can not reach."

She briefly looked at Demian through the reflection of the mirror in front of her. "Vampires also read books? What are you reading?" Shada chirped, making Demian a bit annoyed. "You didn't answer my question. Where are you going? With who? Oh... with that guy?" probed Demian with a sneering face. "You read my mind, don't you?" Shada was annoyed. Why did Demian bother to ask when he could immediately know from the contents of Shada's head. Shada refocused on her light makeup. Sometimes she heard Demian hissing, grumbling and even opening each page of his book loudly.

“According to Wan, they are running to him as soon as they locate Shadow’s presence inside the book.” Of course, nothing could fool them. Despite how well made this book was, Eagle’s aura and presence were too much even for this book and Wan. Shadow’s power might not affect the book much, but it would become troublesome once she let others’ personalities take over the body. Shadow’s presence wasn’t exactly weak, it’s just that the rest of the personalities were superior. “And of course, we don’t want any confrontation by them, right?” Sabrina questioned him with a shaky and curious tone. “We don’t want that, right?”

Kicked against his hand playfully. “Never heard of it.” “It’s about caring more about getting someone in prison than committing the crime,” She paused. Staring blankly at the cover. “Well, it’s mostly about only finding women interesting when they’re whorish or evil.” “Maybe you should be reading something happier.” He was now sat beside her, the mattress bending to his weight, her dress crept up the backs of her thighs. “Maybe staying away from books about crime for the time being.” It was hard not to stare at her backside and wonder whether she was without any underwear or in a G-string. After all, they were talking about her father, however veiled it were.

Otherwise, Shirley, and probably the others, wouldn’t have volunteered to become sex slaves to an ugly abomination like Adrian. “I told you earlier, I wasn’t done with you,” he rasped against my chest as he stopped the vehicle by the road. “Even if I had to kill you now, I won’t without allowing you to have the time of your life. I mean every word I say, Ally Shale.”