Stray Books Novels & Stories

“What is it? Who is it?” “Okay, so one of the names Stewart spewed out was Seonaid MacIain. She’s a librarian who lives in Glasgow. Stewart needed her help a few years ago working on a project that involved translating some ancient Scottish texts. When I jumped into her head, I immediately picked up on a thought about a strange phone call she’d received yesterday, a man asking about what she calls the Ancient Undead Text. I am assuming that’s our Vampire book, even though I don’t think I’ve picked up on that title anywhere else, not from Stewart or Ward. Anyway, she is a human, so to her it’s all just an ancient riddle. She’d never seen the book before and was thinking it was all just legend

Racks of books grew over the wall, as if they had been sown as cultivars and flourished as a result of the abundant resources. Jax was looking for a seat, but it appeared like there were none available. He was ready to walk away when his sight fell on that one guy sitting alone, most likely sleeping. He approached him discreetly, lightly tapping him on the shoulder to catch his attention, hoping that he wouldn’t yell at a stranger. The man, sleepy and bewildered, looked up. “Hello? Do you need something?” “Oh, uh…” He stammered. “Can I sit here?” The stranger stared at him strangely, but after a while, he nodded and motioned him to take his place. “Feel free,” He said, Jax eagerly following.

I dump my bag on the floor and read through the shelf while pulling books out and mumble as I go. ‘Even a book can be dangerous in the wrong hands.’ ‘Ignite.’ ‘Hell is empty and all the devils are here.’ ‘You’ll make bad choices. Sometimes you’ll choose the best of bad ones.’ ‘Tuesday is Fucked.’ ‘Everything’s a game. And now it’s your turn.’ I have a stack of about 10 books before I abruptly stop. "Next isle." I say and we walk up and down the library isles. I climb and jump to get books off of shelves and Aidan has to catch me a couple of times when I fell.

She stopped at the corner of a street she didn't have a specific reason to be on. There was a bookshop at the end of the block. Used, by the look of it — the kind of place that had stopped organizing itself by any system other than accumulation, books stacked in windows and spilling onto a rack outside, a handwritten sign in the door that said OPEN in letters that leaned slightly to the left. Above the bookshop, basement windows glowed with warm light. Ilyra stood on the corner and looked at it. She didn't have her tablet. She couldn't report it even if she'd wanted to. She had walked here without a route, without a purpose, without the apparatus of the thing she was in the process of stoppi

A tattered copy of The Little Prince peeked out of her bag’s side pocket, its spine cracked from being read over and over. When she saw them step out of the car, she froze for a second, then walked forward slowly, almost nervously, twisting her bag strap around her wrist over and over. Yna met her halfway, and before Brenda could speak, she reached out and gently took her calloused hands in her own.

Aakifahlynn angrily cleared her bed of the books that were there, picking them up and throwing them across the room in frustration. They were books she had kept close to her since Alpha Jared gave them to her, each one a reminder of her past and her relationship with Alpha Jairus. They were books about ace wolves and also of Taisiya's kind. Four books were splattered on the floor, one by one, but what caught her eyes was a parched paper that gracefully fell out of one of the books. It floated in the air as it descended.

- Taming Faye ( English & Taglish version) - Starved Passion ( English & Taglish version) - Her First Mistake - Sweet Bastard - Fire& Gasoline: When Spanks Flies Faster Than Sparks - Indebted To The Billionaire Alpha - Mated To The Kinky and Dominating Alpha I hope you read and enjoy. Thank you💜💜

The woman climbed a short ladder and began pulling down a few books. “These should help,” she said, setting five large, dusty tomes on a nearby table. “Sorry about the condition they’re ancient. Let me know if you need anything.” “Thank you,” Anna said as the woman walked away. Rhea and Anna sat cross-legged on the floor beside the table, surrounded by the stack of heavy books. Their covers were worn, their spines cracked, and the pages yellowed with time. Each had a unique title: 'Tales of the Mystical Creatures', 'Powers', 'Hidden Behind the Voice', and two others with faded letters too difficult to read.

********** A week later, Maya fell into labor and was rushed to the hospital, she had her babies safely; two girls and a boy, it was a great joy in the Williams household, and a little party was made to welcome them home. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A year later, Maya wrote a book about her and Jayden and everyone involved in it and it was named " A NIGHT WITH A STRANGER". The story was published and sold all over the country and it became the top ten in the world, everyone who came across the story fell in love with it and wished to have an amazing story like her. She became the best story writer and won many awards and she was invited to different occasions. Her dream finally came to pass.

Outside, loud music blasted—a tradition when our group of friends gathered. I screamed and shouted, but no one heard my cries. As he smeared sticky saliva over my face, all I could do was struggle to grab a lamp from the bedside desk, smashing it over his head. Then, I made a run for it, stumbling towards the window. Jeremy was like a monster, relentlessly chasing me after he recovered. I threw myself over the windowsill, and as I hit the ground, I clearly felt warm blood gushing out between my legs, as if a life was slipping away.