Spinners Book Novels & Stories

The sun had gone down when Saffy drove towards Jack's house, and she was interested to see inside the beautiful home. She hadn't thought about Jack for a few days, she had been so busy getting to know her Granny and practising her spells, but she had looked on the bookshelves and found an old book concerning werewolves. It was a bit odd to read as the words kept disappearing, but Granny said to tell the book off - which Saffy thought would be neither use nor ornament, but then her world had turned into entirely crazy, so reprimanding a book seemed neither here nor there.

, Ashton said. I ignored them and went to check for an interesting book that I could purchase. Jack and Ashton kept on talking and laughing but I didn’t pay them any attention. Jack was funny and I liked that about him. I found a book that seemed nice and pulse-racing, Blood Brothers by Nora Roberts.

- Alice - The next few days flew by in a blur of quiet adjustment. I was starting to settle into the pack—people making eye contact, even speaking to me. It was strange, almost surreal. Lyra felt whole, like she could finally shine free, and I’d even been able to shift on the full moon to join the pack run. It was liberating, like I’d been destined to become this version of myself all along.

The school library is my small haven of peace. The old books stocked on the shelves are nicely arranged by the librarian, Ms Spinster. That's her real name. She's an old white spinster with a heart as black as ink. Probably the reason she's not married. I've never liked her because she's racist. It's precisely 11.00 am and I'm just seated on the wooden chair reading my notes.

Unspoken Truths - Chapter 48 Gino I never drive myself anymore. I haven’t touched a steering wheel in years. Age and caution taught me it’s safer to let a driver take me where I need to go. But tonight, I didn’t wake him. I couldn’t sit in the backseat like a king on a throne while my insides crumbled. I needed to move. Feel the wheel in my hands. Remind myself I still had control over something, even if it was just a car.

I giggled. "I think I'll read it too then." "You should. What's the next book?" "ENTER THE DRAGON by CLIVE CUSSLER." All the books were marked with a white X by the side so they were easier to find and place side by side. "Finally. YOU SHOULD HAVE KNOWN by JEAN HAFF KORELITZ." "That one's deep." All the books had one thing in common: they all had sprinkles and bits of thrillers in them.

“We have to move; the guard rotation is in five minutes and that’s your only chance to slip past.” She flicks on a light, a dull globe that flickered every few seconds. Dust coated every surface, unwanted junk scattered in the room. There was a beautiful archway on the left constructed of black bricks that highlighted a massive bookcase. We neared it, dusty shelves and cobwebs on the shelves and between books. A sudden shiver jolted me, I hated spiders. Karina puts her hand behind the bookcase, in search of something. “Fuck don’t do that, what if you get bitten by a spider.” I exclaimed, already feeling like something was crawling on me.

Jacob turned his attention to the delicious food on his plate, but he felt her gaze on him all the while. Why did the one spinster he'd entangled with have to be so damned stubborn and enticing?

Struggling to suck in air with a ribcage that she was certain had cracked from the impact, she listened as he continued with, “You know damn well that our rotation in that room isn’t until tomorrow. I see no reason to suffer from withdrawal while we wait for our turn when we have this one at our disposal. I say we get a bit here before we return her. We’ll just absorb enough to take the edge off and, then, we’ll get more during our rotation tomorrow.” The faces of the other two lit up as they agreed with the plan. Lila was quickly ensorcelled into silence while the three vampires used her body for their pleasure. Since her magic was not as strong as that of a seasoned witch, they quickly dra

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