Abandoned Book Novels & Stories

My fingers itched to trace the spines of the books, to pull one from the shelf and lose myself in its pages. Scattered around the room were chairs and small tables, each intricately carved and designed with exquisite detail. But they were covered in dust. Thick layers of it. The wood beneath had dulled, and the once rich fabrics of the chairs had faded into ghostly shades of grey. It was clear that no one had sat in them for years, perhaps even decades. This room, this magnificent space, had been abandoned. I moved deeper into the room, my eyes scanning the shelves, my hands lightly grazing the books. I couldn’t help myself. The temptation was too strong.

Through its pages, we may find insights that could fundamentally alter our understanding of who we were. I stood with the book nestled comfortably in my hands in the quiet recesses of the royal library. It felt weighty, both in terms of its actual weight and the amount of information it held. The book was a manual for our survival and our secrets, not only about werewolves. But what puzzled me was how this book, presumably discarded and abandoned, had found its way into the royal library.

[1st month of book release date] Abigail's pov - I sat in my cozy study, surrounded by the comforting embrace of books lining the shelves. Soft light spilled from the desk lamp, casting a warm glow on the worn pages of my notebook. The success of "Fragrance of Love" had brought a whirlwind of emotions, and I found myself lost in contemplation, reflecting on the unexpected journey my life had taken.

the blond woman thought out loud “did you find anything at the cabin?” Thomas nodded and hand her the book, she was excited to see a tangible clue. “The Petit Albert?” She recognized it, she read about it in one of Sister Margaret’s list of occult books, and this was one of the most popular “The little Albert, this is an extraordinary find.” “It was the only book on the shelve of the library of the druid’s home” Thomas said putting the find of the tome in context. “Since the rest of the library was empty I assume that the necromancer walked to the abandoned house, took the books off the shelves and forgot this one behind”

He offered them drinks, made pleasant small talk, and somehow managed to steer the conversation toward literature without sounding like a pretentious ass. Cecilia, who had been silently calculating all possible escape routes, bolted for the kitchen. Inside, she and Harper huddled behind the cracked kitchen door like spies. "He's talking about Virginia Woolf with your mom," Harper whispered. "And--wait--he brought books. Out-of-print ones. He pulled them out of a gift bag like some kind of literary magician." Cecilia peeked through the gap and saw her mom's eyes light up like it was Christmas morning.

I had dog-eared nearly every other page. I turned to a passage I’d read twice already. She didn’t leave because she stopped loving him. She left because she loved herself just enough to know she deserved more than almost. I stared at the words for a long moment before closing the book and setting it face-down on the sheets. A notification lit up my screen. I swiped down without thinking, expecting something meaningless — a promotional email, a social media update. But it was a headline from one of the major entertainment platforms, and the thumbnail stopped my breath.

A Few Hours Ago The Montclair Family Manor Caleb sighed deeply after reading the last line of the proposal rejection email. “I was such a big fool to think they were going to help us,” he mumbled in defeat, massaging his temples. His hair was messy due to the amount of times he had run his fingers through them. The first three buttons of his shirt was left undone and his eyes were swollen from lack of sleep. “You don’t have to blame yourself love, you’ve done your best.” Vanessa said softly from where she sat opposite him.

I never went out of my way to follow what happened after that. Every now and then, I would see people online saying that Marc had lost his mind. But by then, I already had my own life. None of it had anything to do with me anymore. Until one day, Rocky, one of the children from the orphanage, approached me and whispered mysteriously, "That person came again." I frowned slightly. "Who?" Rocky pointed toward the entrance. I followed his finger and saw a figure quickly disappearing to hide. I had a pretty good idea who it was, but I went outside anyway.

Meanwhile, Margaret continued without hesitation— “Spread the news that both the baby and his mother died during childbirth.” The corner of Leonard’s lips curved faintly. And for the first time since entering the room— He almost looked satisfied. Because in the end— Margaret herself had spoken those words aloud. Abandon Vanessa. Abandon the baby boy. Exactly the same way the family had once abandoned Arabella and her baby daughter. How ironic. Margaret slowly sat back down in her chair. The older woman looked far colder now. “You already placed them far away from London?” Leonard nodded calmly.

Even my corpse was already riddled with injuries. Now, my soul was immersed in nothing but despair.