Novelas y relatos de Book Bodega

I took my phone and made a call then decided to get some ice cream and watch a movie before the stylists arrive, let’s leave making a scene until later, for now I just want to relax. ………. As the sun settles, I couldn’t help but feel a bit bad for the crowd of prestigious men and women already filling my mother’s extremely large and luxurious living area with an even more luxurious decoration to match the interior, some are gathered to celebrate a supposedly perfect union but the most part of them all came for the business association. This party was just an excuse for them to get in contact with more people in the business world, remembering this got me back on track since none of them would

Clara Bennett, Moon’s mother, said firmly. Moon rubbed her temples in exhaustion. “Mom, Dad, I’ll take care of this! Right now, we need to stabilize the stock price.” “Stabilize? How?” her father, Edward Sterling, yelled and slammed his fist on the table. “The whole market is laughing at us! “You risked the company for a man!” As they argued, the butler rushed in. “Sir, there’s a woman outside who says her name is Lydia Sterling.” “Lydia?” Liam was stunned.

“So that way.” 16B was a much larger section than I expected. Still, it made sense since wolves were always passing down stories to the younger generations, true or not. “Found it,” I said. It took forty-five minutes but I found a book on the Moon Blessed that was not a kid's bedtime story. “When the Goddess becomes a man,” I read out the title. From the cover, I could tell it was still a fiction story for the most part. But it was better than nothing at all.

The surroundings were filled with Buddhist factors, which were absorbed by his body. He looked at the two rows of bookshelves. He had an eye on that multi-colored scripture at first glance. Upon seeing that book title, Alex shuddered all over. Buddhism Is Initially a Way was surprisingly written on it. Seriously? He remembered that it was a novel of some sort! Could the Grand Bodhisattva have loved reading novels?

Ben nodded. "If what we have read is true, they will sleep for three moons. " Ben said. He slid a book across the table as we all took a seat. It was a black leather book with veins on it. The title of the book read, "Book of Alacai" in bright red. I could smell the blood from the letters. "What is this?" I asked, looking up at Ben. " I asked dad to bring it.", Jordan said, taking the book away from me.

I stopped at the library door and smiled to myself. ‘Books are better than people. Books don’t hate on you for something you didn’t do.’ I pushed the door open and breathed in the wonderful smell of books. ‘Paradise.’ I strolled to the shelves and scanned through the books, reading their names off their spines. ‘It seems Dante wasn’t joking when he said half of his library was filled horrors.’ A book caught my eye, and I pulled it from the others. “Bone and Souls by B. Brian.” I read the name aloud and skimmed through the description behind it. “This seems interesting.”

I reply. Mia nods and sits down on the chair. I look inside my bag and pull out a book I found the other day in the food court. Somebody left it there. The title is The Red Badge of Courage. I think it's a classic in American literature? I don't know. It's interesting is all I know.

A young boy was tailing him closely, with the way he walked, I was sure he was his apprentice. “Tell me, where is your boyfriend?” Mr Bode queried. “He isn’t here. You can talk to me directly.” I informed him. He didn’t look quite pleased, but said nothing. We finally got to the compound. My bags were as I’d left them, and I was grateful for that. Mr Bode placed the book on the barricade. He pushed it towards me. “I don’t really work like this. Like, I said yesterday, you’re quite young. If the government gets wind of all these, I may lose my license. There are still laws that govern us. I hope you understand what I’m trying to say.” He said pensively.

And here he was, doing it himself—no Leo, no aide—picking up his daughter from some dingy, unnoticeable bookstore. A whim. That's what he kept telling himself. He had completed a brutal acquisition call an hour early. Instead of driving to his penthouse to stare into the same glass of stale scotch, he told his assistant to cancel dinner tonight and turned the car around. His daughter was more valuable than his sporadic and hollow "I love yous." This was an attempt—a cold, awkward one—to reach for something real again. He hadn't expected the street to be so quiet. Julian's eyes scanned the tiny shop wedged between a boutique flower store and a yoga studio. **Chapter & Soul**. The title glowed

she scowls at me as I stretch feeling my body ache due to the weird posture it was in for heavens knows how long. Isn't it already obvious? I can't believe I have been dreaming about the thirtieth book when the old pamphlet in front of me that is wrinkled is the only thing I remember picking from the shelf when I entered inside the damn thing. I must have been tired after the whole crying. "What time is it?" I ask. "It's nine in the morning." Dhalia replies. "What the fuck!" I exclaim horribly. I have been inside here than I imagined.