50 Book Novels & Stories

The others piled on. "Gemma, I am so jealous. A perfect wedding for only 500 dollars." "Tell me about it. I spent tens of thousands on mine, and looking back, I feel like such a fool." Kelsey tossed a popcorn-eating meme into the chat. "A 500-dollar wedding? I cannot wait to see that." Over the days that followed, Gemma waited for Sloane to reach out and lock down the wedding details. Not a single call came.

This journal had really become a trusted friend, the one common denominator in all her travels. She turned back the heavy leather cover, and the pages crinkled. She looked at her handwriting, flipping through the pages, and noticed how it had already changed. All the different types of inks, of pens….Some of the pages were soiled by now, covered in dirt stains or wine spills. The pages had become thick, too, from water stains and dampness. The journal already felt as if it were a thousand years old. She was shocked at how thick it had become. Had she really done all this? The pages were getting completely filled, and Caitlin had to keep turning to find a blank page. Finally, she did. She too

Zach looks at them, he grab his fist tightly in anger. "Hm yes, I have collecting all these books from last six years, so i have all eitions of the book" Paul said "Huh you lucky fellow , you have read all of the books" she questioned "Do you want to read?" He asked "Yes If I get a chance, I will sit whole day and complete the book, I heard that their love story has started with a lot of romance: That's why I am excited" she Laughs "Haha ok i'll bring the book to school tomorrow" he said

I walked over to the children's books area, I was thankful no one was around as I sat down in a beanbag after grabbing a few books to read. "Ella, stop slouching around and get to work" my manager yells at me, there was no one in the shop while I was sitting around here. I looked up to see a woman standing next to the register, I huffed angrily and put the book away before walking over to the nice looking lady. "Hi ma'am, how may I help you?" I ask the woman, she was only about five feet tall, with brown long hair and brown eyes. "Hello, I'm here for the new werewolf story" she says looking at me, I tried my best to hide under my own overgrown bangs.

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in an era of time where slavery was an approved trade, Naomi and her family were constrained to the Stanley's family, noble, respected. That is, until the fiftieth year. The fiftieth year was symbolic for freedom and every slave was free to leave if they wanted. But can Naomi and her family last till that year without things changing drastically. She tells her story, from some time where things took a different turn from the normalcy of her life. 22years into the fifty years, 8 years to the fiftieth year.

We didn’t just want to build a clinic; we wanted to create real change. As I glanced at Mrs. Narti’s dimly lit house next door, a question suddenly popped into my mind that had been swirling around without an answer. “Julien, Ratna said she’s seven years old, right?” I furrowed my brow, trying to formulate my words. “But Mrs. Narti looks… well, she’s probably over fifty. I’m just… curious. I mean, why at that age does she still have such a small child?”

he said softly, sliding the paperback across the desktop. Claire caught her breath. The cover was creased and soft-almost like it'd been held between someone's legs. She smoothed the edge. "This is overdue." He tilted his head. "I got... carried away." Her head snapped up. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a single bookmark-dog-eared like a secret. She glanced at the clock. "It's closing time." He leaned forward. "Can't blame me for wanting that last bit." Claire's heart hammered.

“Don’t do that.” “Do what?” “Make me say things I’m not ready to say.” Zach’s breath trembled. “Okay. Then I won’t ask you to say anything. But can I… at least know why you left?” Sudan swallowed. He didn’t want to say it, but Zach’s eyes were brown and steady and unbearably patient pulled the truth out of him. “I saw the notebook on your desk.” Zach stiffened. “Oh.” “It had my name in it.”

Since things can't go back, she might as well keep playing the good wife and build herself a perfect reputation. 'Come on, girls. Sarah won't get much money even if he dies. The Fleming elders transferred most of their assets long ago.' At that moment, a message in bold font appeared in the chat room. 'Friends, I have inside information. There's an offshore trust fund worth thirty billion under Jesse's name. He's the only person who knows the one-time password. Every wrong attempt burns ten percent of the funds.' I paused at the revelation. 'Thirty billion, they say?'