Novel & Cerita Urban Hood Books

The cab dropped me off at the corner, just as he'd instructed. There was no mistaking what this was. This wasn't confession. This wasn't confusion. This was an invitation to sin behind closed doors—with a man whose voice had once lulled me into prayer... now calling me into something far more dangerous. His house was modest. Neat. A white porch light glowed softly above the door, but all the windows were dim. As if even the house knew to keep our secret. I walked up the steps slowly. My heels didn't make a sound. The door creaked open before I could knock.

He shifts back; putting a seat between us and truly looking horrified. Bibah simply shakes her head at our childish shenanigans and takes a sip of her iced latte, metal straw clinking in the Hydro Flask. “The Awoo Book Club’s pick for this week is H.P Lovecraft.” She pats the voluminous book atop the pile and I notice it’s the library copy of H.P Lovecraft’s Omnibus 3. “I’m so excited to roast his ass.”

Harold was out and I was all alone inside the house. I walked upto the book shelf and checked the books he had in his book shelf. Most of them were of business and some were of Sherlocks books, don't wanna read detective books. There was no romantic books here. In such a big book shelf, there are only detective and business management books. I again thoroughly went through the books and found a yellow color old book, which was neither detectives nor business books. I pulled it out and read the title of the book. PARENTHOOD.

He recognized it too. A howl pierced the sky. Zen. Thunder tore through the crimson clouds. Silhouettes emerged from the woods, sprinting toward Hezel’s gates. Hunters in radiant robes. Wolves as swift as the wind. The earth birthed poisonous ivy to scale the walls. Hezel was under siege again—but this time, for me. Rogues gasped as the city they thought they’d owned was stormed by those seeking to reclaim their Red Riding Hood. Then… he came. The air shifted. Cold. Still. I turned—barely breathing—until my eyes met his.

I get up from the armchair, glancing at Vlad. “I'm going to look for more books.” Vlad nods in agreement. I enter the section of contemporary erotic novels, coming across an endless aisle of books with every theme that could exist. I pick up one named: My Hot Neighbor from the Gym. And I focus on reading, being amazed by the depravity and loving every page I read. I see Vlad approaching and quickly grab a self-help book that was in the middle of the shelf, titled: Tomorrow Will Come Soon and put it underneath, disguising it.

Hudson scraped his nape, flashing his awkward smile. “No! You are very much needed here.” I chimed in. I was afraid if we were to be alone, Noah would continue our activity. Not that I hated it, I even let myself fall to his charm earlier, but this wasn’t a bedroom, and I still wanted to look for information about witches. This was the best place to search for it. Hudson’s face gleamed upon hearing me. “Honored Lady, please tell me. What are you looking for?” “The Book of Spells, preferably dark witches’ Book of Spells.”

A gunshot, at least, gave you a warning. Neelam did not. One wrong word, one careless glance, one poorly timed comment—and suddenly, the Don of the underworld found himself standing trial in his own home. And somehow, no enemy had ever made him surrender faster. Lately, both he and Uzair had been living on the edge of their seats—careful, cautious, and far too aware of Neelam’s moods. In their world, danger usually came with bullets and blood. At home, it came with silence—and Neelam folding her arms.

The city sky had grown dark to a mellow gray, the kind that swathed everything in gentleness—buildings, trees, people. Rain still lingered in the air, shrouding the windows of **Chapter & Soul** in a soft mist. Inside, the world progressed more slowly, more softly. It was perfumed with old books, chamomile tea, and something sweet that Lena had baked and not labeled.

I pressed my back against the wall, on the side of the doorknob, took the safety off the gun, and gently pushed on the door. I let it swing halfway open and listened. The lock was unsalvageable, I wasn’t sure the doorknob could be saved either. There was no sound coming from inside. There was a whiff of wolves though. No human did this. That pissed me off. A stupid human, not knowing who they’re robbing breaking into my home sucks, but a wolf… They know it belongs to a wolf. They could smell it. But they did it anyways. Fucking city wolves.

“Well they are for my new home. That much I could tell you. Uncle Hephaestus is coming soon” “Really?? It’s been a while since I last saw him” “Yes, me too. You will meet him though when he comes over to the pack.” “Um is your uncle the same Hephaestus am thinking? The god of dwellings, furnishing and weapons?” Matthews cut in “He’s the one Matt. If he’s coming then I know Chaos is about to do something drastic” Kiara replied in an excited tone “Luna you promised not to do anything drastic” Matthews said