Book Haven Novels & Stories

This' where the meeting would be held. The small library at the wall is stocked with a few interesting books to use and pass some time. I pick up a book that attracts my attention, from a glimpse of it, I detect that it's a romance fantasy. The gold and red combination of the cover with the stylish golden fonts captivates me, the front has a young girl holding on her palms what looks like a magical spindle, with a glowing light around it. The title goes, "When you're alone." A subscript writes, "A supermodel story of the girl who single handedly achieves the most difficult goals."

"Don't worry, we will be fine before the day ends. I blurted, arranging myself and placing already sleeping Jamie back in the carrier. Tanner nodded and said suddenly. "I just remembered a bookshop that I passed by during my little tourist adventure. It's not too far from the mall. I can't be sure but I think I saw a vacancy sign there. I felt relieved. Another hope. "Let's go check it out." We quickly boarded a cab and gave our directions. He turned to me, "A bookshop will be good for you. It has less customers and more privacy too. The pay is very good. You'll be safe there." He stretched on the last sentence, watching my face for reactions.

she said. Later that afternoon, Annabelle found herself walking beside Susan, a contented smile on her face. The bookstore was a cozy, welcoming place, filled with the scent of old paper and coffee. Annabelle felt like she was in heaven, and she lost herself in the aisles, her fingers tracing the spines of books she had only dreamed of owning. She found a small, old copy of Pride and Prejudice, her favorite book, and she hugged it close, a silent promise to herself to read it again, slowly, savoring every word.

There was a leather couch in the corner, a bar cart with expensive-looking bottles of whiskey, and a window that overlooked the estate grounds. It was the kind of room that screamed power and control. The kind of room that belonged to a man like Jonathan Hart. I walked over to the bookshelves, running my fingers along the spines. Most of them were business books, biographies of CEOs and politicians, a few on philosophy. Then I noticed something odd. One of the shelves looked… different. Like it didn’t quite sit flush with the wall. I reached out and pressed against it gently. There was a soft click, and the shelf swung inward.

The applause was replaced by hum of conversation as neighbors and friends gathered around tables laden with baked goods and donation jars. Isabella moved through the crowd with her usual grace, her bookstore now changed to Hope's Habor feels more like home than a business to everyone who stepped through its doors. Cassia stepped down from the small stage, and tucked her violin into its case.

The coffee smelled amazing, and she waited for the stupid pot to finish. “Do you have a book on English history?” A older gentleman asked. “If we have one it will be in the history section, try the far-left side. Three or four sleeves down.” Majesta waved toward the section of the store. The coffee finished and she poured herself a cup and added some sugar. The first sip was to die for, and she moaned into her mug. With that, she went to the register and waited to see what sold for the day. They also took old schoolbooks to be resold. It was a nice way to help out the college students. She heard a thud and looked up to see a rather large bag of books sitting on the counter.

she says. "Yes." She goes back to her diagram and I go to my office and make the call and when I come back she's still at the island and she looks up and reads my face. "Done," she says. "Done." "Tell me." "The library at the Holden House. Private. Twelve rooms of books and a south-facing window that runs the full wall." I hold her gaze. "Light all afternoon." She stares at me. "You found a room full of books," she says.

They had always been able to maintain the innocence of their bond, but it was couples like Asha and Young that added a little kindling and a lot of reminders as to why those moments were so important. As Young stacked the mountain of books on the counter, the older woman rang them up while the man gently bagged them in their custom tote bags. Young was surprised to find that the actual name of the shop was ‘Book Haven.’ It came extremely close to Asha’s description of ‘book nook.’ “Find everything alright?” she asked. Young paused his unloading to watch Asha’s face light up like the sky on 4th of July. “Yes! It was so hard for me to pick just a few,” she excit

I go the opposite way, painstakingly reading each and every title. “Callie!” Alice exclaims excitedly. “I think I found something.” I hurry over, seeing her pull a smaller black book off the shelf. There’s no title on this book, only a gold Baphomet overlaid on the leather. “The Book of the Beast,” I whisper, eyes lighting up. “I think you did find something.” She cracks the spine and I lean over, heart racing. And then the library doors open and close with a boom, echoing throughout the entire room. Alice and I both jump, and she quickly shoves the book into her cloak.