Book Redeemed Novels & Stories

Her aunt gives her a small smile and nods, Celine finds the bookmark and opens to the page. The woven bookmark has a faded blue tassel and was made of woven threads depicting wolves running in a forest, at the bottom of the bookmark was an old wolf’s tooth with a hole drilled through to be able to tie it onto the bookmark. She puts it to one side to look at the page it had been marking. It looked much like many of the others she had seen flipping through. But its words had her feeling like her world was slipping through her fingers and she was unable to do anything to stop it.

Its cover read “Aurora Sparks.” “I’ll take this one,” I declared, lifting it off the shelf. The old man’s eyes sparkled behind his spectacles. “A fine choice. You have an eye for the unusual.” I handed him the book, and he produced a receipt. “That’ll be thirty dollars.” “Thanks,” I said, taking the receipt. “You’ll enjoy reading it in the eastern part of the store,” he suggested, nodding toward a dimly lit corner.

he said finally, nodding at the journal clutched to her chest. Aria hesitated, her fingers brushing the worn cover. “You’re not going to stop me?” “I’ll stop you if you think about running,” he said. “But whatever’s in there—” his voice dropped, “—it’s yours to see.” She sat at the small table, the lamplight pooling gold over the battered leather. Her thumb found the crease she’d seen earlier, the page that had already begun to split from the binding. The first line was as she remembered: If you’re reading this, it means I’ve run out of time.

The ladies all giggle and Julie stands, handing a new bookmark to each of us. "Yes. We figured we'd get you ones that suited you a little better." she says. The new one is dark blue with gold lettering that says 'Real men read dirty books'. I smile and look over at Ev who's showing Harper his excitedly. "These are great. Thank you." I say just as Bri nudges me. "Oh! Tell them your joke, love!" Harper says excitedly. Ev rolls his eyes before addressing the group.

I said firmly as I closed the book and glared at the smug man. "You can take it with you and finish it if you like," he said softly and I nodded, tucking the book against my lopsided chest as I thanked him. I opened it back up to find my spot and saw a decorative piece of long paper being handed to me. I glanced up at the Alpha shaking the item. "It's a bookmark. Please don't dogear the pages. Also, if you enjoy books I have a library where you may get books to borrow," he said softly and I plucked the bookmark from his fingers and told him thanks. I looked around the room and back at the Alpha.

Much like he'd looked as he had stood on Carrie's porch watching the clouds slowly travel across the sky while calmly sipping his coffee despite the chaos going on around him. Ben returned carrying a load of books in his arms. He heaved the heavy books onto the table before me. I looked down and was surprised at what I saw there. I didn’t know what I had expected. With all that had happened, I had envisioned fantasies of witchcraft, vampirism, mutants, and numerous other explanations involving mythological figures but this I hadn’t anticipated. At the very top of the considerable pile of books lay the King James Bible. “Just the tip of the iceberg, baby.” Richard said as he looked at me and

I was stunned it’s here! I entered the bookstore. “Welcome sir how may I help you?” The guy from earlier said. “Where I can find the “Mi Tesoro” book?” I ask. Well that’s my book, a tragic one. “This way sir” Then he led me on the middle part of the shelf. He left me there and I pick a copy of my book. Wow, I didn’t know they bought a lot of copies of my book. Why did they do it? “It’s Red Wrights book sir” A female voice emerge from my behind.

“I’ll write back.” I buy a small paperback on the way out because I want to put money into a place that gave me my breath back for an hour. The cashier gives me a free bookmark that says, You are already the story. I want to cry again. I don't. I put it in the book like a secret.

"Jacob picked this out for me. Seven years old, spent his whole dollar. I’ve never had a better present." I picked up the tablet. Under Qualitative Assessment, I typed: Jacob’s gift. His first purchase for her. Unique. A moment later, a notation appeared on the spreadsheet from Luther’s login in the study. Disposition Priority updated: 1 (Keep). Action: Archive. Note: Allocate to Memory Box J-1. He was creating sub-archives. Memory Box J-1 for Jacob. My throat tightened. I moved to the next item. An hour in, the door to the study opened. Luther stood there, holding a small, leather-bound book. His expression was unreadable.

“If you read the rules, then you already know you can’t get away from this.” Instantly, Barbara’s face falls. “But this is my first offence. I should get away with just a warning.” “Didn’t you just tell me that you read the company’s code of conduct for all employees?” Stella asks. Barbara slowly nods, waiting for more explanation. “You admitted to having studied the rules and regulations which means you are already aware of the consequences to each conduct you break,” Stella explains. “If you were still yet to study them, you would have been pardoned with a warning.”