Novel & Cerita Book Reading Photos

Heavy with time. Books lined every corner—some thin and colorful, some ancient with cracked spines and gold lettering barely clinging to the covers. To the right, a large reading area with plush armchairs surrounded a low fireplace, its mantle stacked with historical fiction and romance novels. To the left, framed photographs of pack founders lined the walls, beneath a sign that read: Black Hollow Legacy, Preserved in Ink. She could’ve spent hours just standing there, soaking it in. But she had come with a purpose.

A smile curved on my lips over the thought. //Peace: The perfect view promised calmness. I expected to see morning coffees and other common relaxing things, but the displayed photographs in the screen indicated that Alyana loves adventure: forest, sunrise and sunset, caverns, old rail roads, scuba diving snaps, and.......endless shelf of books. I paused for a moment, I felt a slight pinch down in my heart. Scanning more on the phone gallery, I noticed an oddly titled folder. //The Best of Me My curiosity ate me up to the core as my eyes took in the overwhelming number of squares flashed over the monitor.

"Good morning, princess." "Good morning," I answered and sat on the sofa beside him. "Do you have a meeting today?" I asked. And he shook his head, “Not much." He replied, now continuing on reading the book in his hand. I glanced at the book that he’s reading. Based on the title, A Guide to a Perfect Shot, it’s obvious that it’s a book about photography Why is he reading it? Now my curiosity just got bigger. I was about to open my mouth to ask him, but thought about it and knew it was not a good idea. At least, not now. He seems so focused on reading it and I'm just bothering him.

"--and I have brought you a few things I thought you might like to see." Her brows rose and he brought a broad book from behind him and raised it as if to say, "Tada." Still unimpressed, Ariel said nothing and only scooted a bit when he sat on the bed beside her. "I've kept these since we were children. It has been an anchor in the times I couldn't find you. Surely, you must want to see them too." Ariel resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Did all Alphas like to hear themselves talk? He flipped the hard cover back and she saw that it was not a book. It was an album filled with photos. Her breath dislodged in her throat as she stared at the album. There was a little girl in the first picture w

I looked at it for a long time. Then the library. Bent over an open book, both hands pressing flat on the page, her weight leaning into the text. The focused intensity of someone who cared about the words, not how she looked reading them. Her hair was tied back in this one, a loose knot, two strands falling forward across her cheek. She hadn't pushed them back. I turned to the third photograph.

Sophie whispered. They fell into silence again. Not awkward, not tense—just shared stillness. A kind of unspoken reverence for the moment. After a while, Sophie finished her tea and set the cup on the bench beside her. Freya reached into her lap and finally opened the book she had been holding. It wasn’t a novel, Sophie realized—it was a photo album. Slim, leather-bound, with pressed gold corners. “Old pictures?” Sophie asked, tilting her head. Freya nodded. “From my early years with your father. Thought I’d remind myself what grace under pressure looks like.”

He walked to the book shelves and kneeled down and tried to find the photo album. He then took out a dusty and old, brown book. He brought it to me and i put it on my lap. I opened the book with excitement but i could totally feel that the fragile pages of the book haven’t been flipped in a very very long time. “You haven’t opened this book in a long time, have you?” I grinned and asked him. “I can’t even remember the stuff in here to be honest.” He said as he shifted his position slightly closer to me. Then i flipped open the book and there is a baby photo of Eaton. He was just a newborn in this photo.

They put down everything in front of Ron since he was the one who was more worried about those books. Again, he checked the boxes and the books one by one. In the second box, he took one and flipped the pages. As he did that, a photo fell off and ended up right in front of my feet. I took it, but before I gave it to Ron, I was tempted to have a look, so I did. Looking at it, my eyes widened, and I couldn't believe what I saw. It was me in the photo. But what made it incredibly surprising was knowing that this was not taken recently; more or less, this was from many years ago. Decades perhaps.

I took a deep breath and forced my legs to start moving. Jack looked concerned. Not that I could blame him really. I’m sure I was acting more than a little jumpy for just “looking at some pictures.” As far as he knew anyway. I held the book out for him, but he just stared down at the cover in confusion. I think he was expecting more of a traditional kind of album. I pushed the book into his hands. "Arthur has a special way to hide his 'special' photos," I explained.

Just what sort of things did this prince do with his little witch? He suddenly tripped on a large book as he was walking around checking out the tapestries. He groaned and grabbed the book to flung it across the room until he saw something drop from its pages. He paused and picked up the object. It was a photograph of Ruby and a man who seemed to be at the same age as her at that time. The guy had a duller shade of golden hair and a vivid set of violet eyes. He was dressed nicely in white fancy garments with blue accents and golden designs while Ruby wore a nice vibrantly red dress. Both of them are smiling happily at the photo while the guy had a possessive arm wrapped around her waist. The