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She quickly covered her nose with her hand, slowly taking shallow breaths, until she could get accustomed to the foul odor. Tiffany didn’t hesitate, and she hurried for the library. Brooke had no idea why Robin called the room with a pool table, a big screen TV, and a sidebar, the library. If Brooke were to guess how many books were in that room, she’d be exaggerating to guess ten. There were probably less than that. As they passed the small hallway where Uncle Tony’s study was located, Brooke glanced in that direction. Her stomach twisted, and the rhythm of her heart sped faster. She was so close, she couldn’t chicken out now.

Chapter 1 The bookstore smelled like fresh coffee and old paper, the way it always did on event nights. Elena Reyes stood at the front of the packed reading room, microphone in hand, watching twenty kids and their parents lean forward as she finished the last chapter of the bedtime story. Laughter rippled through the crowd. A little girl in the front row clapped so hard her pigtails bounced. Then her phone buzzed on the podium. Once. Twice. Three times. She ignored it until the applause died down. Only then did she glance at the screen.

********Tessa******** I stared at my phone for the 100th time as the caller kept calling over and over again. My eyes caught the familiar pair of brown wheels that I had seen the first time that I found this coffee book reading shop. All my life and living with my step dad this has been one of my favorite spot considering the fact that I loved reading whenever I felt bored at home and broken I always come here and what hurts most is the fact that Nicolas was the person who brought me here before I turned 13 because he saw how much I loved reading.

she says, thinking that there are no books in that place. The lady takes out her phone and checks something on it. "Go out, turn left, and two blocks down is Ginebra Co. bookstore. You'll find what you're looking for there," she assures enthusiastically. "They have a lot of children's and young adult literature." "Thank you so much!" Arya says, slowly regaining her faith.

"There's still two hours. I'll check all these documents first and leave half an hour before time. Happy Time Cafe isn't too far from here." "Alright. Oh yeah, don't forget, the twins have a world fairy tale reading event the day after tomorrow, so if you can, stop by the bookstore to look for a book, while you're out later." "Aye aye, captain!" A little past three I went to Happy Time Cafe to meet Mr. Dwight Thomas. He hadn't arrived when I arrived at the cafe, so I passed the time by checking my email on my iPad. "Good afternoon, are you Ms. Lauren?"

It is also known as BTS (Burma Translation Society) building, metaphorically known as the “Palace of Literature.” The Sarpay Beikman’s structure is impressive because of its logo: there is an open book, and in the middle of the book masonry is a pen, which radiated the rays of light from the black page to the white page. For decades, it has drawn loyal followers and patrons who visit the place regularly to buy or borrow books from its public library on the second floor. From the Weekly Gazetteer panel, one could tarry into other display panels in the bookshop, which includes sections on fiction, non-fiction, and poetry books which were relatively cheap in prices, compared with other bookshop

Maybe our connection wasn’t meant to be, so no matter how we were brought together we still didn’t end up together. A few moments later, I’d found the books I wanted to buy. I placed them in my arms, then walked over to Kevin, who was sitting on the reading sofa. This bookstore has a tiny reading room with only two reading sofas separated by a small round table. A reading lamp stands beside each sofa. On the table sits a small flowerpot serving as decoration. The reading room floor is carpeted, and next to my sofa are two vending machines.

I pull away. "Not here." I can feel my face cool down. "Then, let's go back to the room." Jack whispers huskily. The offer is tempting, then my stomach growls. I'm hungry for two reasons. One, because my mate is sexy as ever. Two, because I haven't eaten in four hours. "Are you hungry?" Jack plays with my hair. I nod. "KFC?" I smile. After ordering, we eat in the car. We pass cute stores, filled with anything and everything. There is a store called, I'm So Booked! It was a calendar and a book store. I laugh at the clever word play.

Chapter Forty — Full Circle The bookstore was small, tucked between a coffee shop and a florist downtown. The kind of place Elena would’ve walked past a year ago, head down, shoulders tense, heart elsewhere. Today, her name was in the window. In chalky, hand-lettered script: AUTHOR EVENT: ELENA ROSE — READING & SIGNING She stood on the sidewalk and stared for a long time. Jack stood beside her, one hand resting lightly on her lower back. Lila pressed her face to the glass, giggling at the display of books and paper cranes hanging from fishing line like tiny messengers of hope.

They all stood in front of Novelty, the book store that had been converted into a small book cafe with scrumptious cakes on display. Hazel's hands were flat against the store window, her face was busy looking at the cakes making Gage chuckle and he grabbed Bree's hands in his. "Come on, Bree, we're not letting her drool in front of a window store."