Stray Books Novels & Stories

When I was done, I headed for my office, shutting the door behind me. Walking to my desk, my hands shook as I pulled the bottom drawer open. In it, several worn paperbacks of my secret stash were laid out. With titles like- CLAIMED BY THE PACK, BRED BY THE BEAST AND TAKEN WITHOUT MERCY. I grabbed Taken Without Mercy, the cover showcasing a naked curvy woman with a fucked out pussy, big tits and two guys by her side with huge mighty cocks. I slid onto my chair, the urge to resist failing me. It's being months and I told myself I'd stop, but the ache in me needed to be satisfied.

After that I walked into the lecture hall about ten minutes late for classes. Instead of the calm I expected to see, the entire hall was louder than normal. The professor hadn't arrived yet. The girls were clustered in groups and whispering fast with soft giggles. Guys leaned over desks with their phones out, showing each other something. “Did you see him yet?” one girl asked her friend. “They say he’s from the UK." Her friend squealed a reply. "He's so hot. And I heard he wrote like three books on advanced dynamics.”

The librarian, a wise old man with spectacles perched on his nose, had greeted them warmly and invited them to explore the dusty shelves filled with ancient tomes. As Scarlett's fingers grazed the spines of the books, a particular leather-bound volume caught her eye. Its title, "The Prophecy of the Shifting Stars," called to her with an inexplicable pull. She plucked it from the shelf and dusted off its cover, revealing faded golden letters etched into the leather. Curiosity burned within Scarlett. She opened the book and began to read aloud, her voice barely above a whisper. The words flowed like poetry from her lips, resonating deeply within her soul.

However, over time, I did start to miss home. I was surprised; I hadn’t expected Jace to notice. “But will the others agree? “Most of the pack is from the South. Many of them ended up here with no choice. “It’s time to go home. “And… I want to go back there with you.” The sincerity in his eyes moved me. Not long after, the pack set out for the South. I only told a few close friends I was returning. But on the day I arrived at the port, I saw Leon.

"Look, it's the waste Morana threw away." "Pathetic. A fall from grace." "Serves him right for betraying his house." The rumors followed him everywhere. Corvus lived in a rundown apartment on the edge of the city, surviving on odd jobs. He tried to contact me, but every line of communication was cut. In desperation, he went to Chloe. "Please, help me contact Morana," Corvus begged, kneeling outside Chloe's magic shop. "I just want to see her one more time." Chloe looked coldly at the man who was once so proud.

I yanked open the door, its rusty hinges screaming loud enough to make me flinch. Using my phone’s flickering screen light, I hurried to the desk—my desk. Dust had gathered thickly, coating the papers and pens I’d left behind. I dropped to my knees and yanked open the drawer beneath it, the wood sticking slightly as if resisting me. My fingers fumbled through the contents, brushing past old lesson plans, receipts, and forgotten scraps of paper. Then, my hand found something brittle and soft. Cigarette packs. Rotten. Crumbling.

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Ivy’s POV I have been in this storage room since morning, making sure that the log books and their so-called labelled containers are properly arranged. “I’m too attracted to that so-called uncle of mine to even say I hate him behind his back”, I muttered and picked up my phone on the table to check the time. “Oh my God”, I screamed when I saw that the time was already a few minutes past seven. I dropped the phone immediately and started arranging the containers and the log books on the shelf.

“Quiet doesn’t mean unbothered. Just good at hiding it.” We fell into silence. The only sound was distant thunder rumbling above ground. I wondered how long we’d be down here. Minutes stretched. My mind wandered to how close he was. How alone we were. “Tell me something,” I said finally. “Why’d you become a librarian? You don’t seem like the type who likes being stuck behind a desk all day.” Mr. Kane exhaled softly. “Books don’t talk back. They don’t expect small talk. I like the order. And the stories. What about you? History major with a focus on obscure trade? That’s not common.”

I answered. “Rogue?” asked the man in the suit. “Brandon, how about you go back in and take care of that schedule.” Kaden’s voice was rough and severe. “No,” I said. Better get this out of the way now. “I’m a stray.” There were a few seconds of silence, and Brandon went back in. From what I know strays are not that common. “Where is your luggage?” asked the woman. “I don’t have any,” I said.