Unwind Books In Order Novels & Stories

11:54 11:55 11:56 11:59 12:00 Once the clock stroked 12, a shiver ran down my spine ,my body was aching for a release and he wasn’t in sight yet. I heaved a sigh,as the clock stroked 12:20 a few minutes later. The library had a few people in it but nevertheless I decided to go round placing books back where they were meant to be. I took off my jacket and started going round, placing books back, I got to the back row of the library , it didn’t have a enough light, so people hardly sat there to read, there was a book on one of the tables. It was a Novel by Ana huang famous author for the twisted series, it was Twisted hate and the open page was one the steamy hate sex scenes between Jules and

I was certain I would find mine before him, though, because it looked like I was on the right track to finding it. There was a problem with this particular library, though. This library didn't have its books arranged in the proper order. The books were arranged haphazardly, with no care for order or easy location. Most libraries either had their books arranged in alphabetical order or according to author's names or according to the genres but this particular one didn't have any of that. Everything was joined together with everything and it made finding a book so difficult. I wonder why the Alpha had it like that, though.

Hey beautiful people, Just a warning. This book is an erotica, which means 18+, so if you are uncomfortable with sex and adult shit, please don’t read my books. But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4) Emily Warner

“As long as you remember why you came back.” I reached for the new bundle and unwrapped it, my excitement returning. The familiar scent of old parchment filled the air as I flipped through the worn pages. But my smile disappeared when I spotted something strange. “Ingrid…” I murmured, holding one of the books up. “This one’s also damaged again.” She leaned over, and her brows furrowed. “What?” Pages were missing yet again!. Not torn from the spine like yesterday's own, but sliced out cleanly. Precise. Intentional.

I whispered, "It was... It belongs to someone very special, she's— not around right now," "I am sorry... Maybe I shouldn't—" "No, it's ok... Trust me," Slipping the elastic band down my wrist, I gathered my hair in my palms in a low ponytail, wrapping it around a few times to shorten the length. "If you see W.I.K.D" Al began to speak, lowering the hat on my head, tucking under whatever loose ends I missed, "Run." "I am not afraid of the wicked," "Wicked?" "Yea, pick that up from a friend,"

The clouds above were churning low, like a storm had forgotten how to break. At the bookstore, the front light flickered once when she unlocked the door. Then again when she stepped inside. The air was stale in a way it had never been before, like the whole shop had held its breath while she was gone. Shelves creaked softly behind her as she turned on the desk lamp. She froze. A stack of books near the window was toppled — somehow all collapsed outward in a perfect spiral. No wind. No draft. Just… rearranged. She picked up the top book. Dreams in the Soil. She didn't remember shelving this. Its leather cover was warm in her hands. Almost too warm. She opened it, just to check for a bookmark

I touch its glass cover and to my surprise, it vanishes in just a snap. The book floats mid-air and emits blinding light. It starts glowing and the pages start to turn. A few moments afterward, the pages stop turning. The glow starts to vanish, and the book moves toward my hand. Just like the book I was reading earlier, it has a leather hardbound cover and its title are embroidered with gold. 'The Untold' I said as I've read the title. I turn the cover and start reading once again. ----- THIRD PERSON’S POINT OF VIEW

The room is gravely quiet and the only sound that could be heard was our breathing and steps. He stopped in front of a shelf and retrieved an old black hardcover big volume book. He throws it on the table causing dusk to fly off making me cough. "Sit," he orders. I raise my brow at him challenging. He looks more hot when being bossy. Stop thinking about him that way. "I have no time for your little tantrums Lyka, sit down now." he orders seriously and I oblige. The last time I was hot headed, I ended up being chocked and I wouldn't want a replay, now would I?

The smile that had started on his face and was about to break into fists of laughter anytime soon vanished away. That was one thing about Strawberry City—the alphas and lunas had the ability to hear their members' thoughts. They could communicate with each other from the comfort of their homes. Most of the pack meeting was carried out that way. The only problem they had was that Alphas and Lunas could read and hear pack members' thoughts, but pack members couldn't read their thoughts.

Chapter 1 – You’re Trouble, Aren’t You? It was one of those Chicago nights where the air smelled like rain and bad decisions. The streets shimmered under the streetlights, wet with the earlier drizzle, and the whole city buzzed like it knew something dirty was about to happen.