Varity Book Novels & Stories

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I felt heat start to pool low and a blush start to crawl up my neck. "About his ability to make himself everyone's problem." "Well, that tracks. At least from the little bit I've known him." She leaned closer to Rowan's section and started reading the titles off like she was browsing a bookstore. The books were a chaotic mix, some genuinely useful, others questionably so, but all jammed together in no particular order. She pointed to the first spine, reading it outloud, her voice dripping with judgement. "How to Win and Argument Without Throwing a Punch."

The spines were all faded to one degree or another, and most of them looked antique. “Sure as hell not her porn stash, but that would be far less incriminating,” he remarked, taking out a black-bound book with gold lettering. The title read, “SAMPA VARGR” in huge letters that resembled runes. She recognized vargr from one of Darian's titles. It meant “wolf.” Hunter offered her the book, and she flipped through its pages, her heart pounding as the meaning of sampa became clearer with each successive illustration. Huge bipedal wolves were being slaughtered in every way possible, each grotesque method culminating in a silver dagger through the heart. “Why does Sandra have a book on how to hunt

Varity's deep voice dropped further into disapproval as she went back to glaring down at Gram who still sat on the floor, now in darkness, her friendly sunbeam long gone. Gram grunted and swatted at her old friend before crossing her arms over her chest, sullen expression as closed as her door had been lately. "She's just cranky," I said, keeping it light even as my heart twisted inside me. "You know. Typical." Varity snorted a half-laugh though the worry in her face mirrored mine. "Whatever," she said, turning and striding past me out into the hall. "Let her sulk. I have better things to do."

She gazed upon the tome in her hands before turning her attention to the reflective surface before her. Verity gazed at her reflection repeatedly in the diminutive mirror. She donned a modest attire and wore no cosmetics. The young lady perused a book on lycans before regaining her composure. Verity exudes an effortless grace, eschewing the garishness of those who adorn themselves with heavy cosmetics and billowing garments.

“They were out too far…for a reason. “Rodin says. Slowly, Rodin lifts his fingertips from the puddle. The blood drips back into the pool. The blood is thick almost like sludge and smells like rotten meat when it's cooked. Rodin flings the blood on the teal grass which cleans the shine on his armor. Rodin stands and he starts to walk to the tent with the flag. Varick looks over the pile. On his side is a satchel, he reaches in this compartment to pull out a book. The book’s title: “Book of The Blight.” Carefully, he sets his wolf helm down on a clean spot among the forest. The plate head sparks with pink electricity, causing the headpiece to slightly hover along with the grassy blade tips. Va

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As he was walking away, the lady then asked him, “If you don’t mind… do you want to sit at the same table then.” “Are you sure? There are-” “No, I- I insist… Since this corner of the café is the best spot to read, I always sit here, I don’t mind sharing it with you.: “Ah sure, that spot was something I had my eye on since earlier.” Kayne replied. “AH, REALLY, let’s share it then!” Both were really awkward at each other at first but when they found out that both were reading the same book, they eventually got a comfortable to talk at each other.

“You may begin immediately.” She swept out, leaving me alone in the small study. I sat there for a moment, trembling with anger and humiliation, before forcing myself to stand. Five books. Fine. I’d read them all and prove I wasn’t the worthless omega everyone seemed to think I was. The library was mercifully empty. I selected the required books, all of them thick and tedious, and settled into a corner chair. As I read about the seventeen variations of curtsying depending on rank and occasion, my mind wandered again despite my best efforts.

“ It’s nothing. Just a library book I checked out. By accident. Just a silly mistake.“ Now that was the understatement of the century. “A silly mistake, my behind,” Edith cackled. “The Kama Sutra. The Joy of Sex. Dating for Dummies. The Multi-Orgasmic Couple. The Girlfriend's Guide to Great Sex.” Edith pointed to each of the books as she listed off the titles. Picking up the books, Mattie said, “This is my business. My personal, private business.” “Poppycock.” Edith stood, hands on her generous hips, blocking the door. “If you wanted this to be private, you wouldn’t have brought those books here.“