Book Hooked Novels & Stories

She cheerfully nodded. "Of course sir thank you for your service, that'll be 2 silver coins." Alkhun looks at the other books while waiting for the ebook to get signed. He noticed the book series and it added up to 5 books. Is it really fiction? He read the publication date of the latest book and it was a year ago. It is a myth after all. Sophia handed the book and Alkhun handed the payment and put it into his dimensional bag. "That's all you buy for today?" He nodded.

"So no snooping in the bag." "I hate surprises," Cole groans and we go into the living room where Danielle is reading. "That's my book," Marcus says and Danielle holds her hand up as she finishes what she's reading. Marcus raises his eyebrows at the sass she's giving him. "I kept your place, don't worry," she says and shows him where his bookmark is. Marcus grumbles and lets her have the book. Marcus makes stir fry for tea while Cole and Danielle stalk hot guys on I*******m. I sit next to them with Minnie on my lap and give my input when they ask.

Rows of leather bound histories, the kind of books that were bought for the look of them as much as the reading of them, uniform spines in deep greens and burgundies. Except one was slightly different. I almost missed it. The color was close enough to its neighbors that it took a second look to notice the spine was a half shade off, the leather slightly newer, the gold lettering crisper than the books on either side of it. I pulled it forward. It was heavier than it should have been. “Lucas,” I said. He crossed the room. I opened the cover. It was not a book. The pages had been hollowed out, glued together into a solid block with a cavity cut into the center, and sitting in that cavity was a

Because if the boo fell into a wrong hand, then it would definitely be the end of everything. Ember gasped as she stared at the book. It was a thick book with drawings carved on the cover of the book and there were some kind of roots that were wrapped around the it, it looks tight and Ember suspected that not anyone will have an access to that book. by the looks of it, magic is needed in order for it to be accessible. “What will you use it for then? And did you just store the book in the cabinet full of plates?” She saw her retrieved the said book for her cabinets that were full of different kinds of tea pots and plates.

“There you go. Our policy states that every borrowed book must be returned in three days.” “You have nothing to worry about,” I replied and tried to lay my hands on the book but he pulled it away from my grasp. He turned to Miles. “You’re the one whose details were captured. You should take it.” Miles nodded and grabbed the book. I frowned. “One more thing!” The bookkeeper called our attention just when we turned around to leave. "The heart must choose. The hands must heal. Or the curse will seal." He said.

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He shifts back; putting a seat between us and truly looking horrified. Bibah simply shakes her head at our childish shenanigans and takes a sip of her iced latte, metal straw clinking in the Hydro Flask. “The Awoo Book Club’s pick for this week is H.P Lovecraft.” She pats the voluminous book atop the pile and I notice it’s the library copy of H.P Lovecraft’s Omnibus 3. “I’m so excited to roast his ass.”

The grate in the library was secured by four heavy-duty flathead screws. Aaron’s house was a minimalist's dream, which meant there were no stray tools, no junk drawers, nothing out of place. I found my solution at 7:00 PM in the library. Elena had stepped out to take a call from the central hub in the basement, leaving me alone with the thousands of silent books. On the desk there was a silver-weighted bookmark. It was a thin blade of polished metal meant to hold the place of rare manuscripts. I picked it up. The edge was blunt but the tip was tapered and strong.

He bowed and was gone as quickly as he arrived, leaving the heavy satchel behind. I lunged for the bag the moment the tent flap sealed. I untied the cord with shaking fingers and pulled out the book. It wasn't ancient and brittle. It was a modern reprint, but the cover read: Healers' Lore: The Legacy of the Wounded Crown. It was a medical text, disguised as a historical relic.

I walked toward the desk. “Search everything.” Rowan opened drawers while I searched the shelves. Nothing. Then I remembered something. Damon had always kept one particular book locked. A black leather journal. In my first life, I had once asked him about it. He had told me it contained financial records. It had been a lie. I moved toward the bookshelf. There. A small gap between two books. I pulled one out. A hidden mechanism clicked. Part of the bookshelf shifted. Rowan stared.