Novel & Cerita Book Deals

Kennedy POV. The weather was bad, but I needed to get that new book, it's Robert birthday gift, who'd knew a grown up man would kill for the newest werewolf love book. I got into my car, drove carefully toward the local book store, they had the new book reserved for me. It was supposed to one quick drive, until I walked into the library. A girl was sitting on a bean bag, her blond hair was covering her eyes with overgrown bangs, she tried to huff them away from her face but to no use. She looked young, maybe she's just here with her parents, looking down at the book she had in her hands it was a kids story. Does she read for the local kids? Or is it just for her?

The air is thick with the musty scent of paper and knowledge, and the gentle hum of whispered conversations and rustling pages creates a soothing background noise. The shelves themselves are a marvel, towering above him like sentinels of wisdom. Books of every shape and size are stacked neatly, their covers a riot of colors and fonts, each one beckoning him to explore its contents. The spines of the books seem to whisper secrets, their titles and authors a testament to the vast expanse of human knowledge and creativity.

These were all the items that they could not take with them when they left. Charlie glanced around and found that although there were many books in the study, they were generally categorized into three groups. The first category was finance and management which were mostly insights written by world-renowned economists and finance professionals. The second category was history and biographies, and the third category was the Book of Changes and the Eight Diagrams.

Curiosity was eating at her. With an effort, she made herself focus on the other titles. He had books on negotiating, battle tactics, history, agriculture…boring. Didn’t the man read any fiction? There was a book on stained glass that looked mildly interesting, but she kept scanning the shelves, hoping for something more enticing. Her search was rewarded. There, right in the middle of his shelves at eye level, was an entire shelf of books devoted to lovemaking. Wiley’s eyes boggled as she read the titles: An Illustrated Guide to the Sensual Arts. A Woman’s Climax. Emotional Need and the Sensual Virgin. There were dozens of titles.

The woman climbed a short ladder and began pulling down a few books. “These should help,” she said, setting five large, dusty tomes on a nearby table. “Sorry about the condition they’re ancient. Let me know if you need anything.” “Thank you,” Anna said as the woman walked away. Rhea and Anna sat cross-legged on the floor beside the table, surrounded by the stack of heavy books. Their covers were worn, their spines cracked, and the pages yellowed with time. Each had a unique title: 'Tales of the Mystical Creatures', 'Powers', 'Hidden Behind the Voice', and two others with faded letters too difficult to read.

But what catches my eye is s a stack of books I’ve never seen before. They are in several different shades of blue, but all covered in the same material. It looks like a leather but more textured, maybe another animal hide? They have the most beautiful gold writing on them and I am just simply, drawn to them. I want to sit with them and hold them, I want to stroke the covers and open them but not just read them I want to devour the contents of these books. It’s a weird feeling. I feel as drawn to them as I do to Leo.

He casually pulled over a stool for me, and I sat down. The study's layout was simple. Aside from a desk and two chairs, there were only two bookshelves placed against the walls without windows on either side. Having nothing else to do, I began scanning the shelves to see what kinds of books there were. "Most of these are about finance. If you want to read something else, I can buy it for you," Julian said as he shut down his computer and walked over to me.

It’s like my own personal heaven. I walk slowly between the rows, dragging my fingers along the spines of the books. Some are new. Some are so old their titles have faded off completely. I find books on werewolf history, on herbs and healing, on the different bloodlines of the kingdom. I even find one that looks like a cookbook, filled with strange ingredients I’ve never heard of. I lose track of time flipping through them, sinking into a worn leather chair near the center of the room. The quiet is peaceful. So different from the chaos outside these walls.

As I perused the books, I could feel Aidan’s gaze on me. The shop, much like the one downstairs, boasted an impressive selection. These were books to be enjoyed in the coffee lounge, not purchased or taken home. A smile tugged at my lips as I reached the romance novel section. So, Well Thumbed had these too. I wondered if they had hidden gems, perhaps something I hadn’t read or that Uncle Alex’s book club, Bound To Please, hadn’t discovered yet.

Lev asks as the waiter leaves. “They own a bookstore,” I reply, grateful for the easy question. “They’ve been running it since before I was born. It’s a small place, but it’s pretty much the only place in town that sells the types of books people really want to read.” “I take it they’re not peddling textbooks,” he replies with a grin. “A lot of Romance. Holy shit, so much Romance. That, and Murder Mysteries, but people need some excitement. God knows they don’t get any in that little town otherwise.”