1st Edition Nook Novels & Stories

Kennedy POV. The weather was bad, but I needed to get that new book, it's Robert birthday gift, who'd knew a grown up man would kill for the newest werewolf love book. I got into my car, drove carefully toward the local book store, they had the new book reserved for me. It was supposed to one quick drive, until I walked into the library. A girl was sitting on a bean bag, her blond hair was covering her eyes with overgrown bangs, she tried to huff them away from her face but to no use. She looked young, maybe she's just here with her parents, looking down at the book she had in her hands it was a kids story. Does she read for the local kids? Or is it just for her?

Hope you understand (: • *** First's playlist: • Mirage (theme song) - Elina • Black and White (second theme song) - Niall Horan • What a time - Julia Michaels ft. Niall Horan • You & me - James TW • Monsters - Katie Sky (the single version) • Paper planes - Elina • Here's your perfect - Jamie Miller • You mean to tell me - Tatiana Manaois • Ours - Taylor Swift (if you want to listen to it, then go to Spotify and type "First on w*****d" you will get it) *** Please keep in mind that this book is the first thing I wrote before I started embarking on journey of being a writer. I have no background or writing experiences or courses done on creative writing so please excuse my newbie mistakes and

he said with a smirk. I grumbled and went to the bookshelf. There were like thousands of books there, and I spent a good thirty minutes arranging them. Those thirty minutes were stressful, to say the least. "I'm done," I sighed in relief. "You're done?" the young man asked. "Yes, so is my admission safe?" I responded. "Not yet," he replied. "What do you mean by that?!" I yelled in frustration. "Don't shout, just do one more thing," he said calmly.

“No… that’s not… I’m not—” “Shh.” I reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair from her face. “I remember how wet I got the first time I watched someone fuck. The way his cock looked sliding in and out… the sounds… the way her body shook when she came.” I let my voice drop lower. “You’re thinking about it right now, aren’t you? Professor Harlan’s thick cock stretching me open, pounding deep while I dripped all over his desk.” She swallowed hard, her breathing getting faster, but she didn’t move away.

Small, rectangular, wrapped in cream paper with a bronze ribbon. “Daniel…” “Just open it.” I unwrap carefully, my fingers trembling slightly. Beneath the paper is a book. Old leather binding. Gold lettering on the spine that catches the candlelight. Jane Eyre. First Edition. My breath catches. “This is…” “A 1847 first edition. Smith, Elder & Co. printing.” His voice is soft, almost vulnerable. “You told me that night, four years ago, that it was your favorite book. That your father used to read it to you before bed, doing all the voices. I’ve been looking for the right copy ever since.”

No copyright infringement is intended. P.S— THIS IS THE BOOK TWO OF BOOK ONE— DIFFERENT SHADES OF HIM. ENJOY AND LET ME KNOW IF YOU DO. THANK YOU!

"Can we go to the bookshop?" They went. The shop occupied a converted house three streets over, with a resident dog named Duchess who greeted Noah by name and a whole shelf dedicated to field guides that Noah navigated with the confidence of a regular. He selected three books with careful deliberation — one on Pacific Northwest raptors, one a slim volume on migratory patterns he'd apparently been eyeing for weeks, and a third that surprised Adrian: a novel about a woman who builds something from nothing, its cover showing a small house under construction against a wide sky. "That one's for Mom," Noah said, setting it on the counter with the others. "She'll like it. Because she's Mom."

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I parked the car and we got out of the car. - Hey guys, how was shopping? My mom asked us - Mom it was tiring, but also fun. I found what I needed and bought the first edition of “EMILY OF NEW MOON”. With Frontispiece in Color by M.L. Kirk (SIGNED). Alice told my mom - Oh, honey I am so glad for you, and what about you Emma, did you two buy anything? Mom asked - Well we bought a wallet for him, it is the same as Noah’s. Emma answered.

The library was a magnificent sight, with towering shelves filled to the brim with countless books. "Actually, I'm in search of a specific book. Could you assist me?" Amani inquired. "Of course, my lady. Which book are you looking for?" The boy responded politely. "The Kings of Blackclaw," Amani replied. The boy's surprise was evident in his expression. "I don't believe anyone has ever requested that book before. I will search for it immediately, my lady!" Amani trailed behind the boy as he aimlessly wandered through the aisles. Every now and then, she caught a glimpse of him looking up at her nervously.