Book Palindrome Novels & Stories

he muttered softly, "I didn't mean to startle you." She looked at him, tilting her head, her eyes questioning. "My name is Benjamin Palmer," he explained, raising his head again as he mindfully approached, willing to present himself to her as nonthreatening. "You might consider me the librarian here. Of course, I like to think of myself as the bookkeeper," he stretched out his hand, and patiently waited for her to accept it along with the warm welcome. "Perhaps there's one that might interest you," he invitingly commented with a friendly smile.

And continued walking to who knows where; at the least somewhere not here. “This is too much,” she said while striding off in the hallway. “What is?” A silvery voice came from behind. Maria turned her head around and was surprised to see the man, he had long blonde hair matched with his sharp eyebrows, his light blue eyes stared deeply at her as if conveying his utmost attraction. The most striking feature of the man was his cleft chin and charming half-smile, it was extremely fatal yet she showed no sign of fascination. “You know princess, you enchant me every time we meet,” He said as he courteously extended his hand, waiting for Maria to offer her hand. Reluctantly she complied- having he

she says looking at me, I tried my best to hide under my own overgrown bangs. "Do you have it reserved already?" I ask hoping that was the case so I can grab one that's near the check stand of all the reserved books for their customers. I was starting to feel self-conscious of myself as I caught the woman still looking but shook it off as I had to work. "Yes it's under the name of Kennedy smith” she replies. I nodded and looked up the name, once got to the checkout stand, finding it rather quickly then did the whole check out process for reserved books before putting in a bag for her.

"Move!" Bima’s shout ripped through the alley as he shoved Lia and Riska forward, his eyes locked on the advancing figures in white. The notebook, his new, precious burden, was tucked tight against his chest. The eatery owner’s voice, amplified by some unseen device, boomed, "It's futile, Bima. The Palate is everywhere. It is you." But Bima felt a counter-current, a faint thrumming from the notebook, a ghost of that unique flavor. It was a whisper against the roaring phantom hunger.

There is no mate bond, but having him close makes me feel more secure. “I can’t wait for you to see this.” He rubs his thumb on the top of my hand as he leads me to a store. It’s rare Bronx gets so excited about surprising me. We approach a bookstore with a dusty, old window display. In gold paint, there is a picture of a pan flute and a goat. The images are peeling and sundried as if they’ve been there forever. Over the pictures are the words ‘The Barded Goat Used & Collectible Books’.

Thank Haven, it opens. We found the bookshelf that Robert is talking about and how he defend himself from getting accused by us of murder. Well, I hope it's false. "There must be a way to enter the passcode," Marina said. "Let's take all of the books out in each slab," I said. Marina helped me get rid of the books uncoated with aged webs and dust that layered up before. There it is a prostrate rhombus with a button below. Weird shape. There's a sticky note beside it and it was written in all capitals "PALM". It needed four digits to fill.

, I chuckled nervously. Please open up and swallow me now, I begged the earth. "Do you know why you're here, Miss Carmichael?" Mr. Drebeille finally spoke. I shook my head rapidly in response, "Did I tell you, you have such lovely skin today Mr. Drebeille" "New soap?" "Yes", the burly man indulged me as he leaned back into his chair, the old stud creaking in the process. "It's called the soap of retaining my job".