90s Nostalgia Books Novels & Stories

My legs itches to tour the apartment till I can find a room that gives me a view of the city. I pick a book under the television stool and settle beside it. From the colour of the book, I know the book is dated back to a long long time ago. Most of the leaves are torn and there are childish sprawlings on some pages. I have read this book before- ‘’The caucasian chalk circle’’ A wave of nostalgia hits me as I recall my days of stealing identity cards to borrow books from a school's library. Now those books are lying under my bed, cold and forgotten.

I felt a chill run through me. Why had I not hidden the ring from Draven? I quickly slid the ring off and shoved it in my pocket, looking sad. "I just picked it up at the dollar store for fun." My words set off a wave of laughter in the room. Janice nearly choked on her laughter. "A diamond ring from the dollar store? Nevaeh, you're too much! "Even if Seth won't buy you one, you should get a nicer ring. Isn't getting a fake diamond ring a little desperate?"

Just sneakers and a light jacket. The city was unusually quiet. I ended up at a small antique bookstore tucked between a florist and a tailor. It had no flashy signage, just a brass bell on the door and a handwritten welcome note in cursive. Inside, the scent of old paper and cedar wrapped around me like a story waiting to be told. I let myself drift between the aisles until a book caught my eye—Letters Never Sent. It was a collection of real, unsent letters from women over the last century. To lost loves, estranged mothers, unborn children.

Elise scanned the room again, her heart beating too fast for someone simply holding a drink at her own party. Richard laughed at something one of his partners said. He looked confident, controlled and unaware. A strange, sharp emotion twisted in her chest…something close to resentment, edged with something darker she didn’t want to name. Fifteen years. Fifteen careful, predictable years and one night had cracked it open. “You’re different,” Doris said quietly. Elise let out a slow breath. “Stop analyzing me like I’m one of your hobbies.” “You are one of my hobbies.” “That’s not funny.”

It was no wonder he could not access her location, even as the Alpha. Rowena had once served as an Archivist. The lost northern continent was exactly the kind of destination favored by elite research teams. "Book me a flight north," Garrick said at once. "I am going to find her." - The journey north was perilous. Even research teams under military escort required more than a month to reach the Fallen Temple. Garrick traveled alone. Despite his status as the strongest Alpha of the Snowclaw Pack, he nearly lost his life more than once.

The eyes and smile would be mirrors if they were placed in front of each other. Going over to a bookcase, I'm surprised to see CDs. I haven't had those since I was in middle school. Mom didn't make enough for me to stream my music then, so I'd go to the local pawn shop in the neighborhood and get what I could with my weekly allotment of ten bucks. Running my finger along the spines of the CDs brings back a ton of memories. He seems to have an affinity for the nineties.

The soft groan of wood rang out in the quiet bookstore as Lena turned over the last sign on the door: **CLOSED**. Outside, the city drew a breath, illuminated by amber streetlights and the quiet rumble of passing cars. Within, the world held its breath. Warm. Intimate. Holy.

The only proof that my child had ever existed. The door opened, and Enzo stood there. “What are you doing?” I did not turn around right away. I folded my clothes, put them in the suitcase, and then looked up at him. “Getting rid of some old things. Too old and no longer useful.” He walked into the room and glanced at the suitcase. “What are you going to do with them?” “Donate them to the family charity.”

There was no place for me here anymore. I casually packed my clothes into an old suitcase and looked at the diary filled with 99 entries of hurt and disappointment. I didn't take it with me and left it in the corner of the room. When I was little, I wrote an entry every time I felt ignored. I had believed that if I were obedient enough, my parents and brother would one day notice me and love me a little more. But I was wrong. No matter how good I was, no matter how much I tried, I could never compete with Yvette's slightest frown.

“I just want to know if I am really a barren, I want to know if I can actually get pregnant, I want a child, I want to have kids and live happily with them, I want to have someone to yell at.” “You know that’s not going to be possible with me right?” “Yeah, I know. At least I have only sixty days left, so I will go make a family with someone else.” “Do you think I will allow that?” “What?” “Ninety days can end up being forever, have you thought about that?”