Thirty Books Novels & Stories

Well, she knew how many men she’d fucked that she actually loved, that count was three. “I don't know. And it’s not like it really matters anyway.” “Did you have this the count conversation with Leo?” he probed while he rubbed his hands together. “You know Leo, he likes to talk. He pretty much volunteered the information,” she chuckled, “but you don’t owe me any explanations Grayson. Its none of my business really “ Amber was dying to know Grayson’s sex count, but she hoped she came off as uninterested. Leo had slept with eleven girls before his three-year relationship with Eloise Calloway. Amber had been the first and only after, and he’d joked she was his lucky thirteen.

A man with grey hair filling every bit of his head, and a beard that trailed all the way to his neck. That smile of his, pulled a set of crooked teeth for the eyes to behold, not to forget the splotches that lined his tongue. “We’ve been married for sixty years now” Martha let out with a smile gracing her lips. “Oh, she is my joy” The voice of Marcellus broke out husky, words wavering. His shaky hands had pulled her slowly, and I watched their heads fall onto each other’s. “Our grandkids booked this trip for us” Martha let out softly.

The system is old and slow, and it takes a couple of minutes for the book titles to begin showing up. There aren’t many books out there, and to my dismay, most of them are references, casual mentions. The few books bearing the title are mostly by one author, a C. J. Lowenstein. Going by instinct, I reverse search the author’s name, only to realize that all his works are on the Blood Moon Hybrid. He’s written a couple of books. Choosing the first one on the list, I try to check where it is only to find out that it’s been checked out.

“Better than that club, at least.” “Exactly.” April disappeared into the back room, returning with a stack of books. She plopped them in front of me. “Here. Keep your hands busy, maybe your brain will stop overloading.” I rolled my eyes but pulled the stack closer. “My brain has stopped overloading, work master.” “Motivator,” she corrected with a grin.

Me: "I don't know...till they are 40?" Mom: [Surprised and a bit insulted.] "Not exactly. The record I think has been 66, but realistically it is 50 for making them, and up to 70 for simply carrying them to term for someone else. Now, if we were to be together, if you were to MARRY ME, we would have ten years to make babies, if we wanted to. TEN YEARS. That's ten chances to have new babies. Do you like the thought of that? Maybe me and you, making babies for ten years? Filling up this four bedroom house finally with baby after baby? In ten years, we might have two multiple births. Would you feel like you were a real man, a successful man, with a full DOZEN CHILDREN? Each time, you would see

Hi!!! Just wanted to pop in and say thank you for taking the time to read my work. This is the final book in my Unspoken Trilogy. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!! Book 1 - Unspoken Promises Book 2 - Unspoken Truths Book 3 - Unspoken Desires If you’re starting this novel without reading the previous books - you may get a little lost with all the characters and the fast paced events. ——————————- Chapter 1

Beside it was a note written with a pen. Cooked your favorite toasted bread with egg. I made sure it was well done. Xoxo. My chest softened just a little. I sat down and took a careful bite. Surprisingly, my stomach didn’t protest. At least there was something my body could tolerate. Lately, almost everything Amara cooked triggered my nausea. My hand then drifted to my stomach without thinking. My eyes moved toward the full-body mirror across the room. In nine months… there will be a whole human growing inside me.

Patricia said. "The second book is about the work," I said. "Not mine. The community documentarians. The inside view from the people who went and asked. Forty pages multiplied by fifty cities. The grandmother's tree and the childcare network and the September light on the Chicago corner and all the specific, irreducible things that the planning documents had never known to ask about." Silence on the line. "That is the second book," Patricia said. "Yes," I said. "When can you start?" she said.

I never meant to stay this late. The university library usually kicked everyone out by ten, but I’d sweet-talked Mr. Kane into letting me finish pulling books for my thesis. He was the quiet type, the one who barely looked up from his desk most days. Tall, dark hair always a little messy, glasses that made his green eyes sharper. I’d had a crush on him since freshman year. Pathetic, right? A twenty-one-year-old student crushing on the thirty-something librarian who probably saw me as just another noisy undergrad.

She closed the book. She looked at the pile of small books on the writing desk. She had been through three in two years. The first one was the one she had arrived with — grey cover, Thorne palace seal pressed into the leather. The second was the one she had bought in the Keep's supply store in the third month. The third was the one she was on now. Three books in two years. She thought about what was in them. The first book was the arrangement. The second book was the building. The third book was the establishment — the curriculum and the framework and the tribunal and the shift and the committee and all the things that had moved from being built to being running.