The Other Half Book Novels & Stories

As he was walking away, the lady then asked him, “If you don’t mind… do you want to sit at the same table then.” “Are you sure? There are-” “No, I- I insist… Since this corner of the café is the best spot to read, I always sit here, I don’t mind sharing it with you.: “Ah sure, that spot was something I had my eye on since earlier.” Kayne replied. “AH, REALLY, let’s share it then!” Both were really awkward at each other at first but when they found out that both were reading the same book, they eventually got a comfortable to talk at each other.

Even if only half, I am a predator. Looking upwards at my apartment, I'm glad I have plans tonight. If I were inside all night, I could see myself drinking too much. That more than instant healing might be what saves me. The keys fumble, mimicking arthritis. I drop them again and again. Finally, I grasp them hard. It takes forever to get the door open.

"Yeah, I do." It was where Zachary and I had our first date. He was so nervous that he knocked over his coffee cup. Later, Yara began frequenting that place, sitting there for entire afternoons. Now that I had the full picture, I finally realized it was never the books she was reading. It was Zachary. … Half an hour later, I pushed open the door to the cafe. Yara sat in the innermost booth, leisurely pouring the coffee in the French press. She looked up and smiled. "Sit."

A way for you to fight back. The formula is split, my love. I gave them half. A useless half, a key to a door with no lock. The other half is not in this box. It is in the book. Not on the pages, but in the structure itself. In the story. A literary cryptography that only you would understand. You were always the clever one.

Usually he would have cut it in half, but wanted her to have the whole and not the half. “ the whole and not the half, my sweet girl.” he said, and raised the apple to her mouth. She held his gaze for a moment and reached for the apple. “ the whole and not the half.” he repeated, “ that’s what i want with Aine. that’s all i want with Aine.” he heaved out a breath and thought for a moment about his encounter with Rhoda that afternoon. What had she said, About not making any promises?

Mia's POV He let go of my hand and flickered a big smile at me, which I did not return. ''You have a unique aura, different from other werewolves I've met…'' ''She is half vampire and half werewolf,'' Rachael uttered happily. ''Really?'' He asked, pleased, ''So you are part of us?'' He asked and I quickly responded. ''No, I'm a werewolf,'' I corrected him. I still haven't come to terms with the fact that I'm connected with the vampires.

I beckon her over, "Sorry to interrupt, you know I love that you're so good at all this, but you should meet my new friend Mid. She's great." "Ah, Lion's daughter. I can't believe it," she mumbles, turning to Mid, who comes approaching us with unsure, slow steps. Gemma whispers, "Why does she smell human?" "She’s only half-wolf," I reply, and when Mid is close I pull away from Gemma to hug her once more because I can't stop. She's too adorable not to. I want to keep her by my side all the time like a stuffed animal, "Midnight, this is my good friend Gemma. She's my promoter’s daughter, my classmate in college and my lover from time to time."

I recorded the first chapter of this audio book today... And will continue to record until I'm able to finish the book... Here's the link... https://anchor.fm/life-with-keitheen/episodes/The-Other-Alpha-e16hd55 You can also check me in spotify just search for Life with Keitheen I am currently on the process of moving house, so please bear with me if I do not upload chapters for now, but don't worry once I'm done moving out. I will upload all the episode I written on my note...

After I got it I pulled out a chair and sat in front of the table near it by the window. "Deceptive," I read in the written title of the book, I opened it in turn and what popped up to me was a picture of a large creature that was half human and wolf, its body full of feathers. “He has no death, to this day he is still alive, trying to save the woman he first loved and wants to be with for life,” I read here. There was some spark that flowed through my being. I wasted no more time and I opened the book, but my torn eyebrows met its pages, even if I looked over and over I could not read anything, until I got to the back of the book and there was I noticed a very small letter.

“We don’t serve half-lings.” “I just need a book and then I’ll be out of your hair.”, I answered. “You don’t get it do you.”, they snap. Breathing, I state, “You only serve light creatures.”, then turn around and walk out. Wanting to growl but hold it, as I continue my search for a bookstore; having gone there the whole town and not a single bookstore that serves half-lings so I head for a witch store, it’s the last option I have because I doubt the institution would have the book I’m looking for. Witches sometimes don’t like half-lings, I haven’t asked a witch who hates half-ling since I’ve only met one witch; hesitantly, I knock on the door. You never know when they put a spell on it.