Bel Canto Book Novels & Stories

Quickly finding it underneath my scattered papers, the pad of my pointer finger gently pressed on the vibrating green icon to accept the call. “My bestie senses are tingling! What’s wrong?! Who’s ass do I need to beat?!” Her voice bellowed into my ear in a series of threats. Thick with a familiar hispanic twange and a fiery sneer, Daniella continued her spewing. “I am so ready to mess up this manicure! Just say the name and give me the place! I’ll be there, no hesitation!” “Nothing’s wrong-” “Lies!” “Not lies! I was just lost in thought, you know?”

But this was not what Caitlin wanted: she needed to heal Scarlet, not kill her. As she finished yet another book and slid it aside, with still no mention of healing anywhere, she began to feel a sense of despair. She lifted the final book on the stack, a small, leather-bound volume with a red spine, entitled De Fascino Libri Tres by Leonardo Vairo. Caitlin summoned her knowledge of Latin, and knew that translated to: Three Books of Charms, Spells and Sorceries.

Belphegor asked while taking a quick glance at his sister still looking through bookshelves and going through books *SIGH* Celea sighted " Are you going to help me look for it if I tell you ? " She asked him still looking through books " That depends on the level of burden " He answered her question nonchalantly Celea smiled at his words " Well I guess that is a good enough deal for now " She said " So which book is it ?" Belphegor asked while standing up and walking next to her " The book of truth " " Hmmm, it's been a very long time since the last time someone mentioned that book "

Selma did. She had fear of them, because she was a simple vamp, at a place she wasn’t supposed to be, and Raven knew that. “Don’t be afraid , of anyone here”, she whispered to her. “Stay straight and head up, they can’t see or feel your fear”, she said to her. “I won’t let anything bad happen to you, I’ll kill them all first”, she said with a cold voice and gave Selma a glass of blood. Suddenly, the music started with a classic but nice one, and a man, an older vamp was on the stage with a microphone in his hand.

It was the kind of afternoon that wrapped itself in quiet. Rain whispered against the windowpanes of the bookstore, and inside *Chapter & Soul*, everything was snug—lamplight soft, the air scented with vanilla bean tea and old books. Lena Carter loved rain. It kept razor wire off the city streets. It made everyone move slowly. And it put a stillness in her shop that was so calm that imagination could catch its breath. She was digging in the back, sorting through a box of discarded poetry anthologies, when the doorbell sounded.

Victor and Cesar bent over, staring at their own ledger—a thick, grimy book with handwritten entries, inked in red and black. “Shipment 0131-L. We received twenty-five of that order—nothing more.” Victor jabbed their page, while Cesar nodded in rhythm. “What do you mean?” Antonio curled a brow in confusion. He skeptically cross-checked his ledger, and tilted his head in disapproval. “This book is my Bible” he taps on the open page, eyeing them squarely. “Whatever is in it…is my commitment. Crossed number means paid. Blank space means debt—someone still owes. Five crates are blank.”

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