Book Him Novels & Stories

But Circe. “How much?” It was Damen’s voice that drew her out of a stupor as he was already reaching into the pockets of his coat, drawing out a fistful of pennies. “I only have this.” The merchant counted it with a pair of skeptical eyes, then shrugged with disinterest. “We need to find her. It’s the princess!” he argued.

"Yeah the poor wife of his is me." "No wonder I felt your name a bit familiar." She hummed to herself and I found myself getting confused. "Is he that famous?" Flora nodded at my question. "Girl, the news has said he runs the biggest chains of hotels and restaurants. And not to forget he has this company, called D.Co, news--this is one of the largest operating systems here in U.S and all over Europe." D.Co, where did I hear this word again? "And they are like billionaires."

sigh. I walk up the steps and into the book shop, the bell at the door jingles as I open the door and walk in and the elderly man smiles kindly at me as I walk in. [ Hello there sweety I'm Benjamin, how can I help you this evening? ] { Hello Benjamin, I'm looking for books about Mythology }

I would never admit that I, myself, missed him. Sighing, I gather all of my courage and waltz into the kitchen. My breath catches in my throat when I see Alex sitting at the kitchen table . He had his head in a book and was quietly sipping from the coffee cup in front of him, but when I enter his head shoots up. His eyes are too intense and I look away, continuing over to the fridge.

I interrupted the butler's explanation of the amenities as I asked, "When did Mr. Hawk book the room?" The butler put on his signature smile as he faced the camera and said, "Normally, bookings need to be done three months in advance. "But Mr. Hawk had emphasized repeatedly that he wanted to prepare a surprise for you. So, we immediately began to prepare after receiving the news about 20 days ago." It seemed like he had booked the room early on, but why— Did he know I would win today's lawsuit? Suddenly, a ridiculous thought came to mind. I wanted to ask him how sincere his feelings toward me truly were.

Let's go through with the rejection in a few days. I turned off the phone, followed the healer, and lay down on the operating table.

He walks into the elevator that had a butler holding the elevator doors open. Once the elevator reached the top floor, the doors opened, and the butler said, "Enjoy your evening master." Bo chuckles and says, "I will." He then walks down the hall and sets me down in front of a large door. He waves his phone in front of a black box on the door and it chimes before it opens the door. I walk in and see the beautiful view from the top floor from the front entrance! This must be his home! It was so big! I turned around and asked, "Is this your house?!" Bo nodded before he smiled. He then picked me up as I hugged him.

She shrugged and then tipped up her chin to indicate that he must keep going. He heaved a loud sigh. “I live in a small settlement not too far from your cabin. My father sort of runs the place. We are a group of maybe a hundred people. We are a tight-knit community that keeps to ourselves. Carpentry is my trade and I sell some woodwork at a place in town. She leaned closer to him. Her chin on her hand. “Woodwork? How cool. What sort of work do you sell?” A ruddy color coated his cheeks. “Some furniture. Tourist trinkets like chains, book rests and wooden containers with some artwork on them.” His shoulders hunched together. “Those sorts of things. Nothing major.

Some of them quickly asked, “Chester, how did you manage to book the Gold Room? Did you get someone to help you out?” Chester replied arrogantly, “Why would I need to ask for anyone’s help if I want to book a Gold Room? To put it bluntly, if I want to book a room here, I can always get the room I want whenever I want to!” After he was done speaking, Chester continued explaining, “To tell you the truth, I’m a regular customer of The Heaven Springs. I come here for dinner very often. Besides that, I’m also a close friend of Don Albert. Therefore, as long as I want to book any rooms below the Diamond level, all the rooms at The Heaven Springs will always be open for me at any time!”

“unlucky contestants…shelf two, book thirteen.” It sounded oddly like a personal note. My curiosity won out and I skimmed my fingers along the spines of the books until I chose one at random. I pulled out a medium-sized book, a deep shade of navy blue. Earthen twine was wrapped around the book, and there was a picture on the front. A middle-aged man with chocolate hair and dark eyes smiled up at me. The cover of the book read, “Arthur Zimmerman, Game 71.