Book Called The Return Novels & Stories

Ryan frowned but he didn’t say anything as he tried to calm down from the embarrassment of being rejected. “Why did you come back to my office anyway? I’m on my way out,” Lora said. She didn’t like how Ryan kept giving her attention. He was dangerous. Ryan finally remembered why he had returned to Lora’s office. He glanced at her and remarked, “The chairman would like to meet our new partner, so I came here to invite you for lunch with him.” Lora arched an eyebrow and asked, “Is it a business lunch meeting or…?” “Of course, it’s business. Do you want it to be something else?” Ryan replied, his eyes boring into Lora’s hazel ones as a side smirk crossed his lips.

Any resemblance to real persons, places, or events is coincidental. Cover Art by Shannon Nemechek Marie Lavender © 2013, second edition published 2020, third edition published 2022. GoodNovel edition published 2025. Upon Your Return Book One of the Heiresses in Love Series Marie Lavender Dedication To the one I love – without you, this book might still be a work in progress. I will always be thankful for the chain of events that brought us together. Fate often guides two soul mates in the right direction to find each other.

Because it was accurate in the specific and complete way of an accuracy that contained more than its surface, that described not only the thing it named but the shape of the life that had produced the needing. She reads to feel less alone. I thought about the worn spines. I thought about the books read before and read again, the specific act of returning to a thing that had worked once to see if it worked again, the way you returned to it not because you had forgotten it but because the not-being-alone that it produced was a condition that required renewal, that did not persist on its own without the returning. I thought: she has been returning to these books for a long time. I thought: she

In the throes of nervousness, she nibbles on her lip and managed a timid, "Alright." Upon their eventual return to the comforts of home, Leo presented her with a tome of imposing proportions, entitled "A Compendium of the Supernaturals." The book's weight was almost a tangible representation of the vast knowledge it held, massive and weighty, and her hands throbs with discomfort as she accepted it.

Olivia had spent the past few years at Ethan’s side, gentle and attentive. She took good care of the child and obeyed Ethan in everything. A woman like that seemed incapable of doing something so cruel. “This is ridiculous.” Ethan let out an icy snort and tossed the letter onto the desk. For some reason, the words in that letter clung to him like a thorn buried under his skin. He could not ignore them. Olivia had returned at the exact moment his company began to recover.

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I felt an electric current pass through my body but I refused to put down the book and looked at the title. On the very cover of the book was written, "Rules of getting in contact with the devil and how to alleviate the generational curse." Seeing this title my heart began to beat faster. I had laughed off when I saw the title as it sounded like it didn't want someone to read it. But the mysterious vibe the book was giving off made me want to read more. Immediately I opened the book quickly wanting to read what was on it. But before I could open the first page the book was snatched from me.

She read her own letter, talked about school and her classmates, just childish stuff. She kept flipping through the book, until she went back to the first page and saw her name and writing, it was a dedication. "For my Agelika, I will always be with you" Angelika wiped a lonely tear and kept the book in place. She looked around and realized that the whole place still had her father’s essence. Angelika felt that her heart was breaking again, because at that moment she desperately needed him. The girl began to feel that her lungs did not want to function properly, her hands began to shake and she knew she needed to get out of there.

Please, not again. But when Chloe brought in the box, the feeling subsided. It wasn't a sleek, modern package. It was a small, worn cardboard box, postmarked from a small town in Italy. The return address was unfamiliar. Cautiously, I opened it. Inside, nestled in yellowed tissue paper, was a book. A leather-bound journal, but not Lanc’s. This one was softer, its cover worn smooth with age. A small, sealed envelope was tucked into the front cover.

As did the others, who went back to their stale conversation as he flipped through the pages of the book Elinor had been reading. Unsurprisingly, the title of the book was ‘Redemption’. These days, this word seemed to be the theme of Elinor’s life.