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"Exquisite." "Are you sure you don't mean superb?" "Meritorious might work better." "You got that from Stephen King?" "I have no idea where it came from. What do you like to read?" "The classics-fiction, non-fiction, the phonebook." God she was perfect. "You read everything, I take it?" "Just about. There's a thrift store down the street and every now and then I find an oldie but goody for a quarter."

Stopped. Walked in. A kid, maybe twenty, stood behind the counter, staring at his phone. "Do you have books for teenagers?" He looked up. "Like, Young Adult?" "I don't know. Sixteen-year-olds." "Yeah. YA section's in the back." I walked to the back. Found shelves labeled Young Adult Fiction. Pulled out a book at random. Read the back. Something about dragons. Shoved it back in. Pulled out another. Read the back.

Greta and Gabby made their way to Page Turner’s Bookstore just down the street from the Blue Moon Inn. Once inside the warmth of the large shop, Greta was surprised to see a bright modern shop, which included not only a metaphysical section, but my children’s section, too. With soft upbeat music playing in the background, it didn’t take long to find the shopkeeper chatting away to a rather wild looking dog by a fireplace.

Add my books to your library and read them. Thanks.

I asked, even raising my brow. He chuckled and then kissed my forehead. We are at the library of their mansion and believe me when I say they have tons of books. From the classics to the erotic, any genre you would think of, they have it here. If Andreana’s here, I bet she’ll lock herself for a year or so just to finish every book on every corner. I giggled in that thought, forgetting the fact that the devil is just around the corner watching me. “You seemed happy,” he stated. I turned my gaze at him and scoffed.

Because the location was so massive, navigating to the appropriate section could take an interminable amount of time. When I entered their section of the store, the clerk acknowledged my presence with a greeting. She gave me a charming grin before directing my attention to the shelves that were stacked with romance novels. There were also other sections, such as those devoted to fantasy, science fiction, horror, mystery, thrillers, and biographies. In addition to that, I chose some books that were focused on management and business. I never gave up the hope that the Alpha king would give me permission to enroll in a college of my choice. Despite this, I always had the ambition to pursue a ca

The air hung heavy with the scent of old paper and dust, a comforting aroma that always made Hazel feel a sense of calm. She pushed open the heavy oak doors of the Central Library, the familiar squeak echoing in the hushed space. The library was her sanctuary, a haven of quiet amidst the bustling city. She navigated the labyrinthine aisles, her eyes scanning the towering shelves. The rows of books, each a silent story waiting to be told, stretched as far as the eye could see. The air was cool and crisp, a welcome respite from the summer heat.

The ladies all giggle and Julie stands, handing a new bookmark to each of us. "Yes. We figured we'd get you ones that suited you a little better." she says. The new one is dark blue with gold lettering that says 'Real men read dirty books'. I smile and look over at Ev who's showing Harper his excitedly. "These are great. Thank you." I say just as Bri nudges me. "Oh! Tell them your joke, love!" Harper says excitedly. Ev rolls his eyes before addressing the group.

Eva NEXT MORNING I pushed open the door to "Secret Desires," the adult store my phone map had directed me to. My heart pounded in my chest as I took in the sight before me. Rows of provocative outfits and accessories, sex toys, and BDSM equipment filled the space. I could feel the flush rising in my cheeks as I scanned the shelves, my eyes wide with amusement and curiosity. A sales attendant approached, her smile warm and inviting. "Welcome, darling. How can I help you?"

If I was going to have dinner with Emilia and her grandfather tomorrow night, I should at least come prepared. "Janet," I called to my assistant through the intercom. "Clear my afternoon. I have an errand to run." Two hours later, I stood in Rainy Day Books, one of the city's oldest independent bookstores, staring in bewilderment at shelves of children's and young adult titles. The salesperson approached cautiously, eyeing my suit with the wary respect Seattle reserves for corporate types. "Can I help you find something?" "I need books," I said, then internally winced at the obvious statement. "For a nine-year-old girl. Smart, science-oriented, into puzzles and space."