Solangelo Book Novels & Stories

He stills and then stands, his hands to his mouth. “Holy fucking hell.” Morpheus rolls his eyes and nods, “Told you, obvious when you actually look.” He opens up his book again and goes back to reading. Eliza looks between the two of them, “I’m assuming you can’t tell me.” Sol tilts his head and groans; he runs his fingers through his hair and turns away from her to pace. “Okay then. Morpheus, is there a book here I’m allowed to read?” He smiles and nods. He clicks his fingers and a book appears on the coffee table. She raises an eyebrow but nods and picks it up. It’s an old leather-bound book, with a red leather cover and a gold emblem on the front, she turns it to read the spine,

She thought she’d pick up a light romance to pass the time away with, but found herself diving into a book about haunted houses instead. She’d just finished mentally chastising herself for feeding her superstitions and fears with books of that nature and was hurrying to return it to the shelf when she accidently slammed into a firm, immobile body. At first, she thought it was a mannequin, but she soon realized that there was life in that smooth smile and those sparkling brown dark eyes.

I flopped back on the chair, I better get back to studying. I didn't know how long I had studied for, but the words in the book suddenly became a blur and I let the book cover my face. Next thing I knew, my body was being jabbed at. “Hey, sleepy head.” Hmmm, that sounded like Solene. I grumbled and pushed the book from my face, she was back and in her home outfit of baggy top and biker shorts. “You're back.” I blinked so many eyes could get adjusted to the light.

"Not amused. What would you like to have? I'll order for it," "Another cup of coffee; no sugar, no creme," Shola replied, her eyes not moving away from the book she was reading. Solano just stared at her, amused. He ripped the book from her hand and moved a few feet away from the bed, "Why are you reading a cheesy romance novel?" He waved the book playfully in the air. "Uhh, because I'm bored and not willing to die from it. Give me back my book Solano," "Am not stopping you from getting it, now am I?" He grinned maliciously,

“Don’t go anywhere. She stared pointedly at Cesar. “I’ll be right here.” He said. Miesa took Elyon’s hand and they left. “Cesari Sandoval? Hi!”. Solange greeted. Cesar looked up from his yoghurt to Solange and groaned inwardly. “Hey Sol. Long time no speak.” He forced a smile on his face. “Yeah. I just um..got back from Nigeria.” She said. "Mind if I join you?”. She pointed to the chair Elyon vacated.

on her neck. Soraia frowned as she touched it, then plucked it from her neck and held it in front of her eyes; the waning sun opened in its splendor, illuminating the star where Soraia read: "the world is a book of choices, and for you there will always be one. Everything had returned like an all-consuming ball of fire. But the worst memory that Soraia even wanted to be forgotten also returned - the day Julio Cesar raped and killed her.

The Solarion hums deep in the bones of the Sanctum, drinking suns to rip the heavens open at my word. Soon. Three days—no, less. Soon I will hold a weapon fit for gods. Soon Kael will see what his absence made of me. And when he does, he will not find the girl who once loved him. He will find the light that devours worlds. For I am Solara. The last dawn. The fire that breaks empires. And the sky has already begun to burn.

He does not have the slightest idea of what Azazel has done to him, by turning him into a more monstrous thing than he already is. "However, I would really like to kill you and that little beta of yours. What was her name again?" Elliot said walking gradually towards Solana. She took a step back, she isn't liking the aura around him, her instincts are telling her that he was dangerous, beyond how Illac is.