Unbound Book Neal Shusterman Novels & Stories

Jethro had his attention first. "Drew Sullivan. Andrew Sullivan, sir. I'm a Fire Engineer at Station Twelve on Engine Twelve." He shifted uncomfortably in the hard, wooden chair next to the judge. Each time he spoke, he leaned into the microphone with hesitation, and his left hand automatically went to the back of his neck worrying the muscles I'm sure were tense.

I released a silent breath, my heart pounding in my ears. I needed to figure out a way to escape before whatever was coming next. Grayson’s reach might be long, but I wasn’t going to sit here and let him or these men decide my fate. Not again. My eyes fluttered open again, just a fraction, enough to survey the men as they stood near the fire. They seemed absorbed in their conversation, grumbling and passing cigarettes, their attention thankfully away from me. Taking a deep breath, I started to tug at the ropes binding my wrists in front of me. The rough cords dug into my skin, burning with each tiny movement, but I kept trying. The knots were too tight, no matter how much I strained against

Inside, Reiner wrestled with a growing fear—that his past might never truly disappear. Abraham nodded slowly, though his penetrating gaze didn’t waver. "I hope that’s what you’ll do. But remember, Reiner, our family comes first. Always protect it." With a grave expression, Reiner inclined his head. "I’ll do my best, Father. You don’t need to worry." But beneath those words lay a swirling storm of uncertainty. As the heated conversation subsided, the shadow of a woman—Padma—resurfaced in Reiner’s mind. How could those feelings ever truly fade? And would he be able to resist being drawn deeper into this dangerous game?

That was all. And aside from me, he wasn't able to find another nanny whom he preferred. Once again, I was grateful to myself for leaving him back then. I pointed at the red alarm button behind the bar and looked pointedly at him. "Mr. Stallone, if you continue humiliating me like this, I will push that button and get the police to escort you off my premises. Kindly get out of my shop now!" Seeing that I wouldn't take his bait no matter what he tried, Corbin just left in a huff. However, he didn't go back. He just came to the shop every day and ordered himself a cup of coffee.

A war already started when Lilith sent that first bloody threat letter to me and she was going to drown in it. Charlie was working on unlocking the hidden page of the Book of the Undead since we had it in our custody. It would’ve been faster if Silverclaw’s Zeta could’ve joined him and helped but no… Adrian wasn’t answering our fucking letters and it’s made me a bundle of edgy nerves.

~What Remains of Us~ Stefano felt no remorse for erasing his mother from existence. No guilt. No haunting dreams or sleepless nights. What he felt instead was relief, the kind that sits deep in your bones, silent but steady, like a long-awaited exhale after years of drowning. He made no attempt to find his father either. But Serena did. But she did it secretly. She followed every rumor, every whisper from the underworld, traced every name tied to the shadows of the past, but she found nothing. No sign. No clue. No grave. No ghost.

“I wasn't expecting that bond thingy from the boy who's rumored to be emotionless just like his uncle…” “I hate hearing you speak, haven't I told you that!?” I snarl, my blood boiling. Dominus stands on edge inside me, ready for a release too. He likes Dylan as much as I do and has been as edgy as I am. Stefon chuckles hard. “Yeah, I know. That's because I tend to speak the truth…” “You do not know any truth…” “Ask your so-called uncle, maybe he'll have a better answer to what happened to your overnight brother…”

He looked surprised to see me, his expression startled but he masked it into one of cool indifference. “I wasn’t expecting to see you Mr. Don” he said, motioning for me to sit down which I did. I was too exhausted to do otherwise anyway. I let my eyes wander around the office, the place always neat and arranged. It was easy to see that Dr. Shelby was an organized fellow and that meant he was one that could keep secrets. I watched him close a file he had been closely studying when I had entered and put it on his table.

Anne concluded. “I don't like the ending. It's sad,” The boy said. “Not all endings are meant to be liked, Raf,” Anne replied, her hand going back to stroking his hair. “Some just have to be left as a sad ending.” “I thought bounds were supposed to end up together when they find each other? Why don't people want Lala and Lulu together?”