Alone Time Book Novels & Stories

As we stepped in, he gave a small nod to the first store’s attendant we met before hurrying off to a quiet section of the store. While Uncle Al ran his long hands along the books on the shelf, soft hurried footsteps caught my attention. A girl of about five years old with pigtails peered at a man who had a book propped on his face. As soon as my uncle stopped pacing, the quiet air of the room felt different. I felt like I won and lost a trophy at the same time as wailing laughter reached my ears. “Do you feel that?” “That,” Uncle Al tapped on a seemingly ordinary leather book about cooking and grinned, “is our ticket. Place your hand on the book.”

As was the section on "Strategic Alliances: Knowing Who to Trust and Who to Watch." Finally, I glanced at the antique clock on the desk and realized with a start that nearly an hour had passed. I needed to get ready. I closed the book carefully and returned it to its place on the shelf. As I turned to leave, my eyes caught on another book, this one was slim and bound in white leather: "The Luna's Gift: Understanding Your True Power." I pulled it from the shelf, but when I opened it, the pages were blank. Completely blank, as if the book had never been written in or the ink had somehow faded entirely.

She could suffer, as long as the whole world around her didn't suffer. Unfortunately, Alistair defeated Rita in less than three minutes and, unconscious, threw her into the woods. Alice lunged at him then, but he defeated her after about one minute. As he started walking toward Selene, the clock in the tower of the distant monastery began to chime, to inform about approaching midnight. Alistair smiled broadly. - Don't be afraid... I will kill you quickly.- he said, and a burning ball appeared in his hands.

Now is a really good time since I'm alone and not expecting any visitors. I really can't explain just how time flies. I've been reading the book and I'm on CHAPTER thirty-five. It just feels like I read chapter one five seconds ago. But now it's almost 5 pm. I take my phone under the pillow taking a little bit of a break from the book. I get all these messages and missed calls from Bruna telling me to get online. This doesn't sound good.

“Very well then.” The pentagram of time then drew around them. With the gate that is distinct and only pertains to the Mistress of time. The book appears in its hallowed state, with only the purple neon light that draws its outline. The book opens as the sound of the flipping pages is echoing, and stopping at a particular point. As the Mistress of time, smiled and said. “Winona Bell.”

Finally. She need not pretend any longer. In William’s arms was where she wanted to be. ~The End~ Look for these books in this series: Let's Fall in Love Again (book 2) Let's Create a Wonderland (book 3) Let's be Together (book 4)

Title-Queen Penelope Diary Alora’s POV “Is this where the book ends?!.” I asked. After a while in Aiden’s arms I began to feel like myself again, I stretched and got off him. I was bored to death, after I asked him and he accepted. “Don’t stay out for too long!.” He told me. I nodded and left, I expected a guard but I am glad I was left alone and by the way this is his pack. I had no idea where to go so I walked into a library filled with dust and books.

She had to admit it was perfect. Atlas led them to a small table near the window. “Pick any book. We sit, we read, and for one afternoon, nothing else exists.” Lily smirked. “You make it sound so easy.” Atlas leaned forward slightly. “Maybe it is.” She didn’t argue. Instead, she let herself enjoy the moment. She let herself breathe. And as she sat there, flipping through the pages of a book she wasn’t really reading, she realized something. This, this feeling of peace was something she hadn’t felt in a long time.

CHAPTER 148 ROWAN I was curled up in the window seat of the small library alcove, the afternoon sun warming my back as I turned the pages of an old adventure book. The story was simple and comforting, full of brave heroes and quiet moments between battles, and for a little while it helped me forget the strange dreams that had been pulling at me lately. My fingers traced the words slowly, and I let myself sink deeper into the tale, breathing in the faint smell of old paper and ink.

Liora Vale had always loved the quiet. At twenty-one, she worked the night shift at the old city library. Most people thought the job was boring, but Liora loved being alone with the books after midnight. The tall shelves felt like old friends. One rainy night, while sorting the rare books section, she found a strange leather book hidden behind others. It had no title. When she opened it, the pages glowed softly. Words appeared. Choose a story. Bring him to life. One night only.