Veda Austin Books Novels & Stories

One would mistake it for a normal living room you could found at anyone’s home. But what caught Austin's eyes the most is the bookshelves. Her feet instantly drags her right to where it was like it was the normal thing to do. She gently runs her fingers to the spine of the books but something made her heart race of excitement. She hurriedly pull the book and looks at Grey with her excited and child-like smile. "Gr-grey! This is Priam's book! Priam’s!” she said, her face is glowing. “He's my favorite author. His books are intriguing and exciting!" she exclaims and quickly opens the book.

"We won't leave you here with all these thugs. And what is this place? What are we even doing here?" "I'll be fine," he assured her, even though he had zero faith in his own words. "You heard Jakov. I'll have two men with me. They'll keep me safe." "But—" she tried to argue her case, but Austin quickly placed his finger on her lips, stopping her panic before it could spill out of her mouth. "Where's your bag?" "On the floor," she replied. Austin leaned over and pulled out the leather-bound book from her handbag. With one last quick glance over his shoulder and a promise to return to her in one piece, he opened his door and sprung out of the car, gravel crunching beneath the soles of his shoe

“ Elena this is no one's fault, he brought these upon himself and now am left to Clean up his mess. Take care and don't forget you can always come to me for help” Even as he walked away, Elena still found his last words amusing. Why in the world would she go to someone like him for help. She thought. ****** Austin stood outside of RAVEN MAGAZINE, it was one of the biggest media in new York publishing the best magazines. he was staring blankly at the word written boldly in italics RAVEN MEDIA HOUSE. He remembered the first time he was invited to one of their shows and how he felt honored. At that time, he believed Mrs. Clara was a very genial woman with an agreeable temper but standing right

Austin says to them. I am shaking in my boots in excitement. Austin is just so smart and knows how to be extra cunning. He knows how to play around with human emotion. I do not really blame him. Before discovering his passion, he had a thing for philosophy. He has read almost all the great books that have to do with human philosophy and psychology from forty eight laws to power to art of seduction and much more. I am not surprised he can pull these tricks off when he wants to, but I get impressed anytime he does it. "Oh we understand." Sharon says. "However, I will still join you. I do not want you choosing a venue we do not like." He says. "who is coming with me?" He asks his other brothers

Paul: I should go get you water to drink (Austin closes his eyes and soon, He recalls all his memories of his past life ) Austin: (opens his eyes) I remember... To be CONTINUED The next chapter drops this night, That's if the likes and comments are plenty sha

“Hmm…is there anything else?” Either side of the alcove was lined with books, some newer, but most were leather-bound and darkened yellow with age. As she cracked open spine after spine, it became clear that this was her lead. Every single one of the books was covered in strange symbols and arcane-looking diagrams that she couldn’t make heads or tails of. But, thanks to Xavier, she had an idea of its origin. “Eclipse isn’t the only thing Noah’s been studying,” Ava said. “I can’t read any of it, but I’m pretty sure that all of these books are from Axis.”

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" In that instant, reality and fantasy overlapped. I turned toward the mouth of the underpass and could see lights across the river. That direction was where Luxuria Heights was. So my so-called river-view mansion was nothing more than this bridge tunnel. "Austin…who are you?" I wiped the tears from my face, suddenly realizing something. "How do you know all this? Why did you come looking for me?" Austin fell silent for a moment, then took a badge out of his pocket. [Veridian City Mental Health Center. Attending Physician: Austin Grant]

Meyer and I stared at each other in confusion until we brought our gazes back to the men, who had a knowing look on their faces. “Austin told me about you.” “Oh…” He did? But why would he? “He probably needed some confidence booster in dealing with you.” I found it hard to believe his words, as Austin has always acted confident around me, and never once had it felt fake. “Okay.” I had a quick chat with Raphaella Meyer, who was unexpectedly very warm and nice. She owned a bookshop and a coffee shop. Where she not only nourishes the soul of her customers with masterpieces but also mouthwatering pastries and coffees.

Another monologue in the morning as I visited the hospital for the shift change with Mom and Dad. Of course, I came with Austin. He had seated himself on the sofa, rummaging his ransel and picking out of his stuff one by one. Two books, two car toys, and Legos. They were for accompanying him waiting for his daddy to wake up. As for the books, he said that he wanted to read Wyatt that.