True West Book Novels & Stories

Someone very curious was watching me right now! Hello you, hello! I hope you can see well? I turned away from the camera and took a few steps to the side. - Open the safe! I ordered. The fat wolf narrowed his small eyes, filled with fierce hatred, and twisted his plump lips. Chechik poked him hard in the back of the head with a machine gun and the wolf did as I ordered with a groan. There were two pistols in the safe, some more money and a very important thing for any business - an account book, which included not only numbers, but also a bunch of necessary information.

"Em, I was set up! I swear on my integrity that this was the only time! I've handled everything cleanly. She'll never appear before us again!" I believed him. But Brooke appeared again just three months later, using her grandmother's medical emergency as an excuse to approach Alex. At the time, he happened to be drunk after entertaining clients. The first time was an accident. But what about the second? Later, when Alex's company faced a cyber attack, he locked himself in the server room for three days and nights. It was the pregnant Brooke who stayed by his side despite the high radiation danger. A life-saving favor from the drug, plus the children in her belly, became two chains that Alex

He obviously had forgotten about it. I whispered, "George had said, and I quote, 'If the law cannot bring you to justice, I will do it for Holly.' The law isn't perfect, but it's trying to get there. As an attorney, I wish to uphold justice for the victims instead of forcing people like George to take things into their own hands for justice."

Her eyes traveled over to Azreal and saw that he looked like he could barely hold it together. She laced her fingers his and she felt him relaxed almost instantly. She knew that he was going to need her. Her eyes turned to the chief of the police. Just in time to hear him say, “The Federal Bueral of Infestestigetion has declared, Spokane, Washington as war zone.” Ava gaped at him. In all the years that she had read about the Inland Northwest. There was never an emergency like this. Not even World World Two had come close. “Sir?!”

As for the people who hurt me, some were dead, some were in jail, and some had gone mad. That was enough. I closed the book and turned off the lamp. I lay down and closed my eyes. I had to get up early tomorrow. A new day. A new case. A new life. I took a deep breath. The corner of my mouth lifted slightly. Good night, Lena. See you tomorrow.

Books lay open across the desk, and papers covered almost every available surface. I reached for another old book that had been tucked away at the very back of one of the shelves. Unlike the others, it was noticeably thinner, its leather cover faded with age. As I brushed away the dust that had settled over it, three words slowly came into view. The White Wolves. My heartbeat quickened as I stared at the title for a brief moment before opening the book without wasting another second. “Finally.” The first few pages were filled with handwritten accounts describing the White Wolves as though they had truly existed.

Vivian conceded, her tone a blend of relenting and caution. "Thank you so much, young lady. You are such a lifesaver," he expressed his gratitude, and a grateful smile adorned Vivian's face. "So, what's the name of the book you are looking for?" Vivian inquired, curiosity coloring her voice. "The White Death," he revealed, and Vivian's eyebrows shot up in surprise at the title. "What kind of book is that?" she asked, her curiosity piqued. "Supernatural," he replied, his gaze intensifying as he locked eyes with her.

He drinks beer while sharing stories with his friends. Vesper made her way to the second-floor library area. She stared at the mountain of books in front of her. Then she moves her way to the history section, where she pulls out a book titled: Wolves 1900. It shows a summary of the life of werewolves in the 1900s and how they protected themselves against the blood hunters. She got another book titled “Vanishing Wolf, a Memoir” Her eyes start to widen as she reads the book.

Come a cold voice from the door at the entrance of the chambers. Relief is stark within me when I hear Lucas’s voice. He strides forward and hands a book to my father who is standing a few steps behind me, “You don’t seem to know anything about this ability of her. But I do. I picked up this journal about the Clear Mountain Clan.”

“It’s all I want to be. In fact, I don’t even want to be a psychic. I just want to write books and enjoy life.” “Then, we’ll do our best to make sure things stay that way,” Noah said with conviction. “Oscar and Kenzie will focus on finding and tagging the lone wolves with record speed and I’ll try to stop by while they’re gone to check on you. Snow will be your constant companion.” I looked at Snow and shuddered. “Give him a chance,” Kenzie softly said. “I’ll bet that, once you move past the fact that he’s a wolf that lives in the wild, he’s really sweet.”