Book Redeemed Mga Nobela at Kwento

The faint scent of citrus and cinnamon floats through the air, as if his scent is still attached to the cover. An hour later, I turn on my bedside lamp. I don’t know what time it is, but the light outside my window has faded. I know I should eat dinner but I’m not in the mood for oatmeal. I settle deeper into my pillow and keep reading. It’s a surprisingly good book. I flip the page to the next chapter, but a flattened bookmark slips down onto my lap, seemingly forgotten by the previous reader. Maybe this book wasn’t new after all. I pick it up and the thin paper crinkles. It’s not a bookmark. It’s a… a receipt.

I smiled broadly and extracted it from the shelf with both hands. The more I stared at the caption of the book, the more I thought of A. J. Baby. “The Art of Seduction by Robert Greene”, I whispered as I handed the book to the shop keeper absent-mindedly. “I’ll give you Four Thousand Naira for the 2009 Guinness Book of World Records, One Thousand Seven Hundred Naira for the novel and Two Thousand Naira for The Art of Seduction. We haggled for a while, and I turned to leave the shop and the shop keeper, so he could keep his books to himself. I stepped out of the book shop and walked two steps from the entrance, when he rushed towards me pleading.

Today, she decided to go back and finish reading the book. However, she couldn't find the book after searching the store twice. She asked the store manager who replied, "Oh, that book? It was sold yesterday." Miranda said in surprise, "What? Wasn't it a part of the owner's private collection and not for sale?" The manager nodded. "It was, but the person who came yesterday was a close friend of the owner. Apparently, they had been through life and death together, so the owner personally told me to sell the book to him. I'm sorry about that."

he advises. I thank him with a nod and watch as he bounces back behind the counter to finish his own book. I pick through a couple that have interesting covers, but after reading the jackets I put them down. It takes me forever to finally find one that sounds like it may work. The Business of Business sounds boring enough to put me to sleep. I don’t want to spend any more time digging through stacks, so I grab a random paperback that’s sitting on the edge of the table before heading to the counter. “Excellent choice!” the bookkeeper chirps as he rings me up. “This one here is a riveting read,” he says, holding up the paperback I hadn’t even glanced at.

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.”

he said softly, sliding the paperback across the desktop. Claire caught her breath. The cover was creased and soft-almost like it'd been held between someone's legs. She smoothed the edge. "This is overdue." He tilted his head. "I got... carried away." Her head snapped up. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a single bookmark-dog-eared like a secret. She glanced at the clock. "It's closing time." He leaned forward. "Can't blame me for wanting that last bit." Claire's heart hammered.

“I was where there is no signal, I’ll be going back there after I get a book.” “Really? And where is that?” He asked, stopping in front of a shelf that had adventure written on top of it. My eyes began to search for the perfect adventure book. “The campsite that’s not so far from here,” I uttered, picking up a book. “Red Rising. That’s a good one.” Riley said, smiling widely. “I’m glad I picked a good one,” I answered, walking back to the counter to make payments for the book. “Oh, you don’t have to pay. It’s on the house.” He hastily said from behind me, causing me to halt.

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Someone had broken the lock. He immediately opened the drawer and fished through the various papers that were stocked in it, when a specific paper caught his eyes. More likely a picture. He gently grabbed the picture and what he saw made his blood boil. It was a picture of Lily and Rose laughing together. To be honest it was a very lovely picture. What made his blood boil was the Red Cross drawn over it with a marker. Dante knew what this meant. Whoever it was, he knew about the girls.

I looked at my messages and there it was. Lilly, Please book two first class seats to Seattle and make sure the hotel we stay in has room service and a pool with privacy please. We need to arrive Friday night and depart by Sunday at 3pm. Thanks for making the arrangements. L.M. P.S. I really like the way you think, maybe we can test your no shirt idea in Seattle :)