Shadows and Runes

SHADOWS AND RUNES

ISLA DAVON

CONTENTS

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty One

Chapter Twenty Two

About the Author

Shadows and Runes

Shadows and Runes © Isla Davon 2022

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This book is entirely a work of fiction. The characters, names and events portrayed in it are fictional and from the authors imagination. Any similarities to actual persons, living or dead, localities, businesses or events are entirely coincidental.

BLURB

Another quiet day in the Fifth Sector library...

That is, until a group appears out of nowhere, talking about their Sectors being attacked.

Great! So there's an imminent attack heading my way.

And now I'm trapped with a group of whiny supes.

But I guess it's not all bad...

Especially when that group includes an arrogant Fae who knows he's attractive,

a possessive Shifter with a playful side, a Demon-hybrid with a soft spot...

and a Fallen Angel that embodies the word sin.

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** Shadows and Runes is the first book in a paranormal why choose trilogy. It contains adult themes and bad-language which some readers may find upsetting.**

For my Family,

To whom it wouldn’t be possible to follow my dreams without.

Thank you always for your love and support.

CHAPTER ONE

His fingers fumble impatiently at her bra clasp, grasping one breast in his hand. As soon as it becomes untied, he squeezes hard and smugly grins at her over-exaggerated gasp. He flicks his tongue over her other breast before quickly loosening his belt.

I sigh. No build-up, no foreplay, just quick and messy. What a boy. I roll my eyes.

He had to be the stereotypical college jock; big muscles, no brain, and an ego the size of my reading list.

I hear another exaggerated moan and look up from the shelf I’ve been sorting. She wouldn't win an Oscar for that acting, but she certainly deserves something for going along with his sloppy handwork.

I look over to see him slam into her, hard and punishing. Her moans become louder as if she's competing in a ‘fake-it-till-you-make-yourself-believe-it’ competition.

Third place, bronze but semi-believable. Well, for Mr. Quarterback over there, it works, or at least for him chasing his own release, it does.

He quickens his pace as her moans reach a melodramatic crescendo. It feels more like I’m watching monkeys in the zoo dry hump each other. He places his hand on the book shelf behind him for leverage as he thrusts into her and grunts.

The shelves shake, and the clatter of books rings out in an echo around the area.