Book Rescued Novels & Stories

The store sold antique books and was often swamped with customers. However, one day before the close of work, Matilda found some free time. It seemed as if the flow of customers had stopped. A new stock of books had just come in and she found her attention drawn to a very heavy looking old brown book. She slid it from the shelf, took it to a reading table and began to flip through it. It wasn't that the book was old but rather, it had been printed in the old times, centuries ago. It was hand written.

Even my eyes cannot catch anything except that the wolf who handled this book means much harm to you. "My friend brought it," I said. “His name is Derek. He studies mythology. He probably comes here to buy a lot of books. She looked startled for a moment. Then she pulled the book onto the counter and flipped through the pages again. - Yes. she breathed. "Smells a little like Derek." I don't remember selling him that particular volume, but he buys a lot of stuff from me. “Someone broke into my house today and left your perfume behind. Josh smelled it in the book.

The news filled me with cautious hope. I went back to the ward, kissed Mum goodbye, and promised I’d return tomorrow. She protested as usual, but it was futile. I would be here — no matter what. On my way back, I spotted a small roadside thrift book stall. The colorful covers drew me in. As I browsed through the shelves, bumping gently into other customers, a green book caught my eye. The cover was filled with beautiful pastries. Bake Like a Pro: A Beginner’s Guide to Making Homemade Specials. I flipped through the pages, scanning the headings. It looked solid. I counted a few bucks and handed them to the old trader.

Actually, stupidly, embarrassingly happy in the way that sat warm behind my ribs and refused to behave professionally. I picked up the second bag before my face could finish announcing this to the room. Inside was a book. Small, worn at the edges, the kind that came from a specific shop rather than an airport. I turned it over. Architecture. Edinburgh, specifically. Old drawings of buildings that had never been built. I looked up. He was watching Brynn try on the scarf. He wasn't looking at me. But the book was in my hands and it was specific in a way that airport gifts weren't and I pressed my lips together and looked back down at it.

“You didn’t have to move everything in here.” Angus gave her a cold look, and Liesa quickly adjusted her tone. “Thank you, sir. I’m really happy to have your concern,” she said, then lay back down, pretending to enjoy being at home and recovering. Angus gave a faint smile, then walked over to the bookshelf, pulling out a book as if he intended to stay by her side for a while longer. Liesa wanted to ask him to leave so she could sort out her thoughts, but seeing that he seemed settled in for the long haul, she couldn’t bring herself to say anything.

“Let me guess this is an information from your latest stolen scroll?” “It wasn’t stolen,” she whispered, which meant it absolutely was stolen from the library. “It was... Well it was rescued. From dust and disuse...” I calmly glanced over my shoulder. She was curled up on the stone bench, her skirts tucked beneath her like a cat in, while the sunlight made her hair look like soft gold and in her lap rested a thick big book that was worn at the edges, with half of the title rubbed away. “And what wonderful wisdom did you rescue this time from the cold hands of death?”

She glanced at me, then down at herself, and immediately started to fix her hair with both hands. I held up a hand. "Risa. Stop. We've all been there." She dropped her arms, let out a breath, and then, because it was Risa, grinned and tried to hug me anyway. I gave her a gentle side embrace, careful of the flowers, and she stepped back to let me in. The suite looked like a very elegant disaster. I was about to look away when something on the couch caught my eye. I crossed the room. It was a book. Hardcover, cream dust jacket, gold embossed lettering across the front. I picked it up and turned it over in my hands and felt the quiet, specific pleasure of a person holding something they didn't

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.

Kissed her forehead. Still masked. “You’ll know who I am when you read the final letter.” He handed it to her. Then vanished into the night. She stared at the envelope. It read: Tomorrow. Noon. Check the book return. Then decide if you want me again. Ex Libris Obsession Camille found the next letter taped beneath the front register. The bookstore is older than you think. Look up. Behind the poetry. A staircase you’ve never noticed. The door will be unlocked. She traced her fingers behind the “P” section, heart thudding, until she found it

Then he walked ahead and began searching through the shelves of books and running his hands through the aligned books. I stood a few feet by him, transfixed by his being as he pulled out a book with his index finger, his long fingers ran through the front page of the book and I saw him inhale before he flipped it open and began to search through its content. I knew had to stop gawking like a fan girl so, instead I took a step back and looked at some of the artifacts that were on display. A baby wolf was among them, a preserved one, it looked like it had been caught and dried so bad that it died, but i could tell that it was sculpted or bought by someone who was really good with hands. A wolf