Taken Books Novels & Stories

She was so adorable when she took the book from Shea. The expression on her face, the stubble wrinkle in her brow, and the awe in her rich brown eyes as she touched its pages. It was a similar expression to when she spoke of flowers. I made a mental note to take her to the library in the packhouse. Unlike the one that is available to the public, ours holds older texts that store the history of our pack.

There was nothing I could use but it still gave me some hope. “It looks like there are three journals from the Alpha king himself and one from his mate.” Keeper Thomas put the books down on the table. “Thank you. So much.” “I’m assuming the first part of your research is done?” I nodded and flipped through the books he just brought. He started to grab the other books. “I can put them back!” I looked up at him. “And lose my job? I think not Alpha King. Those books you can take with you. Have them back in a couple days.”

Under the September sun, in front of Anna’s house, with him leaning casually on his bike, looking like a bad boy straight out of a teen romance movie. But I didn’t want to be insincere about how I felt. “I don’t want anyone else,” I said, my voice husky, holding eye contact with his intense gaze. *** “And keep these books here,” I pointed out to Caleb, who followed me to the back room of the library with stacks of books in his arms. It smelled like old books, worn out pages with a hint of musk. Since it was Saturday, people were huddled in the corners, queuing up at the reception to borrow books and running their hands through the cracked spines of various books.

"Hey, I'm talking t—" "Where are my books?" I hissed, spinning on him and closing the distance between us. He took an instinctive step back, his eyes widening in fear. "W—what books?" he stammered. Pathetic. "The books I left here," I said slowly, extending my arm toward the empty table, my jaw tightening. "Give them to me." He swallowed hard. "They're... they're property of the Pack." My patience was wearing thin. "I won't repeat myself," I snapped. "Hand them over and step the fuck out."

I don’t try touching it again. Closing the box, I approach the shelves. I take out the book closest to me. Brushing off the dust, I realize it’s a strategy book, written in delicate penmanship. The paper is fragile, but the tome is bound with great care. The other side of the shelf seems to have hard-bound journals. It’s like an entire couple’s life secured in one small room. I hear a scraping sound, and I turn my head to see Robert picking up a stack of small portraits from one of the iron boxes in the corner.

she retorted. "Oh, please. Her life isn't at stake here. But yours is." I took the drenched books out of the bag and tossed them on the coffee table. They had a particular smell to them. I picked one up and examined it. It seemed to be bound by animal skin. The paper used was papyrus and the ink used was... I took a closer look and then took a whiff. Blood. There was no doubt that these books were invaluable. She walked closer to them and I saw fear slither into her eyes the moment she read the titles. "He knows."

It's all the things my father was trying to teach me but without a wolf, it was useless information for me to have. “We need Witches Brew and Pack Health, not one of those gross floor ones though.” Sapphire waves her hand towards the books I dropped; she’s got her nose scrunched like she thinks the floor has somehow tarnished the books. “The floor is clean and those books are brand new.” I tell her as I walk away from the counter and grab three of each book from the pile on the floor; I even make a point of taking the ones from the top of the pile instead of the ones touching the floor. I can’t change that the books have been dropped.

And before she could react, she had already questioned him. "Oh?" Marcus raised his head and looked at her, "Which of these?" "Those at the back." She answered as she pointed at the four piled up thick books who obviously looked worn out. "Oh. I found that inside the box at the library's storage room. It was interesting hence I took it." Marcus nonchalantly answered. As he looked at Minerva who had a complicated look at the old books, he couldn't help but offer, "Read it if you want. You could also take that to your room."

Jane “Jane, do you really need this many books?!” Rebecca asked in horror when she views the books in our hands. We’re currently coming back from the library and heading to my locker. “Yeah……They’re all listed here!” I replied her showing her my timetable. She scoffs unbelievably and pushes it away. “Just because it on your list, does not mean you have to get it!” “Oh!” “Yeah! Oh!” She mocks me. We stopped by my locker and I arranged the textbooks inside orderly.

While she dressed, her friends gathered at her back window and checked out the action below. “Wow, that thing is really blazing,” Caitlin said. “This is gonna be fun.” “I’m not burning any books,” Leesa said as she grabbed her parka from the back of her chair. “Those things are too damn expensive. I can sell ‘em back to the bookstore.” “Don’t worry,” Cali said. “We’re not burning any books, either. We’ll let the crazy kids do that. We’re just gonna join the fun.” They rode down the elevator with two other girls from Leesa’s floor, Cheryl and Ashley. Cheryl had a canvass shopping bag filled with paperback books slung over her shoulder. The ones Leesa could see looked pretty old and worn.