Shock And Awe Book Novels & Stories

The poor girl stopped breathing the second their eyes met, she trembled as she came forward knees knocking together at the force of her shaking. “Breathe honey, all well be over soon.” Evan told her with a voice soft as silk, she immediately took a breath, then another and another. Still the shuddering continued all the way to the corner of the desk where she reached forward and closed her trembling fingers around the letter opener.

Evelyn walked ahead of them to the administrative block where she got all they needed — The forms they had to fill and other miscellaneous stuff. While she was there, Joseph and Mira settled under a canopy quietly. Mira had her head propped on Joseph's shoulders, while the other read a book on Kindle.. The book was titled, seven habits of highly effective people by covey Stephen. He'd been on it for days now and couldn't stop feeling super excited about all he'd read and obviously couldn't wait to put it into practice. The silence between them was disrupted when a figure appeared in front of them. “ Hello, guys. ” Mira opened her eyes to look at her, while Joseph simply raised his head up

The older lady patted her shoulder lightly while returning the smile then headed back to her business leaving Amy behind. "Where do I start from?" Confused Amelia whispered. "What kind of Christian books would be less boring?" She exhaled deeply while her fingers traced through the books on the shelf. “‘Ahaha!” exclaimed confused Amy as she picked out a book from the shelf. “What could this be about?” wondered Amy while she read the synopsis of the book in her hand. She read out in an undertone, “Filled with faith and inspiration, Break Out will challenge you to build a new prespective, let nothing hold you back…” Nodding her head in concurrence to the words she read, “ hmmmmm…. I certainly

she says to him in a low voice, not wanting the shopkeeper to eavesdrop on their discussion. Archie stares at her in shock. “Emblem of gold?” he repeated in utmost surprise. “Isn’t that a book written by a group of men in the late 90s; they were later denounced vile of the death of an authoritative man.” he chuckles, wondering why she's looking for an unethical book like that. Kayla turns around to have a proper look at the young lad in front of her. “A book like this is something of a unicorn. How did you learn about this?” she asks with her arms crossed.

Hi guys, welcome to the sequel for Shy- Defeated ! Hope you enjoy it, and thank you for being patient for this to come out ! It will probably not make much sense to begin with, but bare with me and all will be explained in the upcoming chapters. And please, do not moan at me about the events that happen in this book, I have have these planned for a long time and I'm not changing them or writing them just to please readers, what happens in this book has always been my idea and plan since writing the first book. Please respect that because the amount of hate I received on the ending of Shy was disgusting and put me off writing for a while.

POV: Wolfy A book was a dangerous thing. A sword could cut you. A bullet could pierce you. But a book? A book could rewrite the software of your mind. It could change the parameters of your reality without firing a single shot. I sat in the corner of the barracks common room. The leather-bound volume heavy in my lap. Across from me, Neoma traced the letters on the page with a finger that still trembled slightly from the aftershocks of the Wastes.

His doing. If he hadn’t sent those water beasts to guard the spire. If hadn’t sent those ferals to block our path. Blind fury pulsed in me. I reached for Verity, but she pushed me away. She was busy with Orrin. Which disgusted me. How could my beautiful wolf be mates with his wolf? Kalev saw me glaring at him. He held my gaze, his face apologetic. Yeah well. He could apologize all he wanted. Nothing could undo the horror he’d caused.

Taking a sip of my whiskey, I felt the familiar burn as it slid down my throat, praying to whatever deity would listen that it'd numb the pounding headache beginning to overwhelm all my other senses. “Fuck me,” I mumbled under my breath as I opened the book titled, ‘History of the Great War.’ It was the usual stuff, talking about the first days of humans discovering the supernatural world was real, the attacks within our governments and armies, and the billions who had died. God, it had been a cluster fuck, a well-planned cluster fuck that none of us had seen coming. The war had been going on for a little over seventy years by the time I was born, just in time for me to participate in the la

Elena's POV The transition from a "contractual war" to "corporate peace" was a lie, a beautiful, high-gloss deception. Peace was supposed to be quiet. It was supposed to taste like the mineral-pure filtered water in the penthouse and smell like the fresh, dew-kissed lilies Margot placed in the foyer every morning. But for Silas and me, peace felt like a high-altitude flight in a cockpit with no landing gear. We had defeated Arthur. We had neutralized Julianna Sterling. We had three billion dollars in the bank and a city that finally whispered our names with a reverence that felt like a sharp blade held to our throats.

I spent almost the entire trip reading through one of the books Peter gave me about the first war. I wasn't a history buff but I knew enough about human history to know that war was one of the worst things a country could face, only I had never really stopped to consider the details. Sitting in the comfort and safety of Cole's car and reading about death and destruction had my body shivering with fear. The book spared no details. Whole chapters were devoted to recounting particular battles listing the deaths and the destruction that occurred and I swallowed hard as I considered that soon we would be going through all of that again. I had closed the book and let my eyes shut for the last twen