Something Borrowed Book Series Novels & Stories

I said wondering where this whole conversation was heading, "I want you to protect her," he said turning his phone screen to me, 'her'? my eyes slowly fell on the screen, a girl with her blonde hair packed in a ponytail sat with a pile of books by her side, she is obviously a nerd even her big round glasses say a lot, she looked fixated on whatever information she was getting from the book that even if an attack was to happen in the room right beside her she may not even know, but something about her made me feel there was more than what meets the eyes, "A girl really?" I asked in a bored tone,

“Take the book, and take this.” A glint of silver caught the firelight—a ring, intricately carved with ancient runes I couldn’t read. My mother pressed it into the hands of a shadowed figure. “You must hide it. Both of them. They can never find it.” “Who?” the figure whispered. “The Council. The Darkborn. Even the Alphas. They’ll all want it. They’ll all want her.” Her mother’s voice shook. “Please—keep her safe.” The scene shifted. Blood. So much blood. The book lay open, pages fluttering in the wind, stained crimson. My’s childlike scream echoed through the trees, messing with my head.

He dragged his palms over his face slowly, letting out a deep sigh before responding in a husky voice. “You want it to be Axel, don’t you?” My throat tightened when he said that, and I averted my gaze back to the drawers. “That’s why you’re hell-bent on finding that book.” I gulped down a swallow, pretending that wasn’t half true. My hands brushed off the dirt on the third drawer, and I kept moving my fingers inside. My voice grew low. “I thought we were done saying his name or even talking about him?” Darren snorted. “That was the same lie I told myself.”

I moaned in pain when my bruised palms came in contact with the edge of the steel chair, I would also probably need to work overtime today as well, I need to buy a new bag and some books, I can’t allow myself to lend some more money from Melissa, I owe her a lot as it is. I shook my head at the thought of asking my half-brother, Nathan to lend me some money, he would probably tell Ron about it, and he would beat me half alive again. I was in the vacant hallway that is located at the back, it’s an emergency exit and nobody uses it since there hasn’t been any emergency and I was reading a book. My favorite book in the world, it was a tragedy, but also a classic by Guillotine, it is titled “Val

I just let him pull me all the way to the library, forcing my feet to keep up with his long strides. That long-legged creature. “Here.” “Whoa!” In a split second, while my mind was somewhere else, he shoved a towering stack of books into my arms. I nearly stumbled backward. “That’s a lot, Oryndor,” I warned him. “You don’t get to complain. You already borrowed all the best ones and left the rest of us with this bulk.” “Hey! That’s rude to assume. I don’t hoard books or hide them in my room to mess with everyone else. I actually return them!”

I didn't found it. Who would stole it here? Our house is well closed. But why it was stolen? Is there someone who also have a keys the same with mine and uncle? It is impossible for that to happen. It suddenly occurred to me the conversation earlier between the teachers within the faculty. Mrs. Vega tolled them that the book we borrowed was already in the hand of Brenda. Who is this Brenda? Why would she try to steal it?

I went from walking next to Al, and Amber to falling far behind, dragging my blood-splattered body along the road following two strangers on a journey to I don't know where and I am too tired to give a damn. Because I have to be honest with myself and the truth is... I would give anything to live and not go back inside of a coffin. And I feel bad somehow because a part of me knows I am using them for protection from W.I.K.D... The police, rogue werewolves... My self. I don't know them— Amber and Al, and clearly, they didn't know me either.

It was an image of Scarlet’s face. Caitlin felt her stomach roll with anguish. How had her daughter’s face come to be on this ancient text in a lost vampire library? Once again, she thought of destiny. It was as though everything had already been decided. No, it was more than that. If felt as though everything that was happening now had already happened before, as if they were living in a constant loop with history swirling round and round, repeating ad infinitum. The life she was living was just one cycle, one in which the outcome had been predicted before, but was not set in stone. She could change the premonitions and prophecies. Whatever was supposed to happen, she still had control over

Adira said as she stood next to me, making me jump in surprise. “Yeah, they look interesting. Is it okay if I borrow one? I know you don’t know us, but I promise to return it as soon as I’m done reading it,” I said, passing my hands on the books while feeling sparks when I touched them. A current ran through my body and my hand subconsciously traveled to a book with no title on the spine, but it sure caught my attention.

She gave the book back to the librarian and also took her borrowed books and her card. “Oops, sorry about that. Clumsy hands.” Hestia reasoned out as she let the borrowed card to fall from the grip of the librarian and she let it fall to the floor. She went to duck down and picked up the borrowed card, as well as the picture and placed it between the two books, letting the borrowed card to peep out of the two books while the picture stayed hidden deep. She showed it to the librarian and bowed as she left. Once she was out of the library, she took out her phone from her pocket and notified Albert of what she found.