A Little Spot Book Novels & Stories

She didn't want to see him too anyway. 'Liar' Her thoughts echoed but she ignored them and got up. She might as well arrange his stuff. She kept his jacket and made to lock his wardrobe when she saw an old book tucked away at the lowest part of the wardrobe. What was that? She was overwhelmed by curiousity and picked it up. It was dusty. She cleaned it up and opened it. It was a photo album! There were lots of photos in it. She saw photos of Lance when he was a baby.

Hades paid the fare, sliding out of the car. She looked up. It didn't look like much. The Mines glowed dimly in the day light in a classy font. The building itself was nothing special though. Just a small bar. "Don't let appearances fool you," he whispered gently. "There's more to the building inside." Ophelia nodded, following him inside. The inside just liked like a regular bar. Like that one they met in. "You won't be working in this section," he informed her, opening a door.

As I turned to respond, the lady returned with a large album in her hands. She smiled at me, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively at both of us. I glared at Michael, who looked completely relaxed and unbothered. I took the album. The first picture was of a very pretty baby in a pink dress, a crown, and a little wand. “Oh my gosh, this is so cute,” I gushed. “That’s Mikey.” My smile froze for a second before I burst into laughter. The next picture was of him in a torn yellow dress.

,such a nusiance " the pack members all mummured I turned to see my ex mate looking down , what did I even expect , that he would stand up for me? . tell them I didn't do anything ? I shake my head as I laugh and turn around walk to the museum and head towards the back,it has always been my favorite place maybe because I always want to know what I am? Or who I am or just because it's quiet I am not really sure. I sit down by the pillar and look up to the sky Do gods just really watch what goes on and do nothing

It was too much. I headed straight to the parking lot, breathing fast and shallow. My vision was getting blurry at the edges. I was hyperventilating. I leaned against my G-Wagon, trying to catch my breath, but it wasn’t working. My heart was racing like I had just finished a full game. That’s when Clara saw me. She was walking to her car when she noticed how I was breathing. She ran over immediately. “Oh my God, Leo! Okay, breathe. Just breathe,” she said, grabbing my arm gently. “You’re hyperventilating. Come on, sit down.”

"Good manners do more for a man than good looks." -E.W. Howe- *** Damian was seated in a study chair in the living room writing down some notes of his activities for the next day. Everything was planned. We would spend his entire day exploring the Red Square, just to see if it was really as fascinating as people claimed it to be, everything was listed in a rough outline but he had a pretty good picture of what his day would be.

The scent of coffee lingered faint‍ly‍ in the‍ air. ‎ ‎⁠I touched the spine of a book at random. “The Ar‍t of War.” Typical‌, I thoug‌ht, and almo‍st laughed. Then I noti⁠ced the one beside it—“The Little Prince.” ‎ ‎I sm‌iled. That tiny‍, une‌xpected softness said mo⁠re about Damon than any i⁠nterview o⁠r ru⁠m‌or ever could.

the letter read. “I spent four hours today arguing with a man who smelled like old goat cheese and gunpowder. I found myself wondering if you were still reading about the Medicis, or if you’d moved on to something less bloody. I found a bookstore in a small village today. It was tucked between a bakery and a butcher shop. I saw a first edition of 'The Shining' and thought of you. Stay in the sun, Little Bird.” I laughed again, a sound that I had not genuinely made in a while .

she says and I nod, sure she can pay me back with giggles and smiles, seeing her happy is priceless to me. "Then let's go," Logan says happy about going shopping, we all got in my car and I drove us into town, the shops were open again but they were different, the same stores that had been hidden behind false names were now in public, Little supplies story, Milk&Honey a bdsm store, and a pet store, one for the human pets. "What's that store?" she asks pointing to the Milk&Honey one. "That's the last one you'd want to go into, how about that one?" Logan asks pointing to the little shop.

"Traffic near the campus was brutal because of the graduation rehearsals. Besides, I brought gifts." "Gifts? Maverick, I'm trying to empty the apartment, not add more things to it," I said, though I couldn't stop the smile from spreading across my face. "Relax, it's not heavy," he said, reaching into the pocket of his hoodie which he had dropped onto a chair. He pulled out a small, rectangular object wrapped in simple brown paper and handed it to me. I took it from him, tearing the paper open carefully. It was a book. Specifically, a highly technical manual on advanced software architecture and data structures. There were neat, small sticky notes poking out from almost every single chapter.