Book Find Her 소설 & 이야기

she said before dropping the call. Feeling the excitement on her chest, she quickly stood up before searching inside her big bag. Her smile grew wider upon seeing the thing that she was looking for. She was already holding her grandmother's book about love potions and enchantment. She remembered how she didn't tell the old woman firsthand that she would be bringing the book with her. Luckily, her grandmother still hadn't looked for it. She lied on her stomach on the bed before opening the book and reading it. She didn't know how many hours she took reading the book, but she didn't even feel tired, instead, she felt a stem of hope that was growing on her chest.

She's shouting. _______________ Benedick reads a Magazine in his mini-library. He didn't have his mind on what he was reading. A lot was going on in Benedick's mind he couldn't be bothered with. Recently someone approached him and said that the Hacienda has not been doing well since Sheilla took over. He also studied Alysia's case several times even though she was busy with various businesses, he found out that all transactions in the transfer of her properties in Shiella's name were valid. That clean working. Benedick knew how much it was

she rolled her eyes and went in the opposite direction to proceed with her main task. “I finally found the Non-fiction section!” she silently cried in joy after spending a couple of minutes walking around the huge shop, “I can’t believe it’s located in the far left corner, no wonder I couldn’t find it so easily.” she murmured. Her fingers trailed each of the book’s spines while muttering the titles, Valencia is searching for the book named, ‘The Golden Success’, a manual literature that made the world’s well-known businessmen and businesswomen massively successful.

The amount of natural disasters they’ve had here makes it nearly impossible to get past the smell of earth and destruction—fire leaves a distinct odor wherever it goes. At least she responded to the mind-link. That’s more than I was expecting. I figured she’d just ignore me and leave me guessing as to whether or not she’s here, but I know she is now, and I’ve had one of my most trusted advisors reading over the book that was found in her room in an attempt to figure out where she might be going. So far, he hasn’t come up with much of an answer. “It’s a long book, Your Majesty, and I don’t have a lot of references to go by.”

I said, then shooed them away. A couple of minutes after they left, while I had immersed myself in the book I was reading, I felt a presence hover over me. Judging from the way the person’s shadow practically covered my entire figure, I could tell it was a man. I put my bookmark on the page I was reading, closed the book, then took off my sunglasses and looked up to see who it was that had decided to disturb my peace. “Colleen Hoover,” he said, reading the name of the author of the book in my hands. “My sister loves her books”.

With that conviction buoying her stride, Megan rounded the next corner only to pull up short at the sight of the modest storefront just ahead - Quintessential Books & More emblazoned cheerfully across its weathered exterior. Perfect timing. Shifting her sundry parcels once more, she surged forward with a determined gait, bound and determined to accomplish friend's silly errand with peak efficiency. ... I entered the quaint bookstore, the little bell over the door announcing my arrival. My eyes scanned the neatly arranged shelves, searching for Lilly's ridiculous romance novel. A kindly older woman emerged from the back room, smiling at me. "Hello dear, can I help you find anything?" "Yes, ac

Kael's POV But then I remember something: the bookstore she wandered into while I was buying her clothes. The way her entire body changed when she picked up that gardening book. The pure contentment I felt through our bond—the first real happiness I’d ever sensed from her. She likes books about herbs. About plants and their medicinal properties. Of course! She’s an herbalist, but most of the equipment she carries is broken. I’ve seen the cracked mortar, the rusted tools, the makeshift containers she uses to store what little she can gather.

The river beyond town moved steadily, deceptively calm. She wrapped her arms around herself. The storm had brought more than rain. It had brought him. Alex. The man who spoke like memory itself. The man whose eyes seemed to recognize something she had not yet remembered. By eight-thirty she was downstairs, unlocking the bookstore. The bell above the door jingled faintly as she stepped inside. Paper. Lavender. Wood polish. Safety. Or the illusion of it. She moved through the aisles, adjusting displays, straightening chairs. She paused at the fiction table and stared at a worn copy of The House on Briar Hill. The book felt heavier than paper should.

"The garden. The book. Nothing else." He held her hand. "Yes," he said. She got up. Got dressed. Went to find the book. The collection was thin. A small paperback with a faded blue cover. The kind of book that had been read many times and showed it ... the spine slightly cracked, the pages a little soft at the corners, a bookmark that had been in the same place so long it had left a faint mark on the page. She found it on the third shelf in the study. She took it to the garden.

Her head dipped down reading a book I recognized quite well. When I had found out she was my mate, I had searched everything about her, interrogated almost everybody who knew something about her. That was how I came to find out she was a book addict. She still hadn’t noticed my presence. Her eyes glistened with interest as they read from one line to another with so much attention. I wanted to stand there like that and watch her forever. So peaceful and calm. There was just something that always pulled me to her. Like the soft calmness of a breeze that made you forget about all of your worries.