Book Review Picture Novels & Stories

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’.

“I most certainly will, “ I have to. The sheer injustice of defacing books has sparked a passion within me. I can not stand to abide by such a crime. I would never forgive myself. However, I must correct this blunder before true mayhem comes to life and he is lost to chaos. For the sake of all books! I vow and look for my quill. Where could it be? “Oh, he’s drawn you a picture.”Maddie flips the letter for both of us to see. It’s another of Nicoli’s artworks- I see more stick figures. One is brown and the other purple. They seem to be eating. Bread? Or pie? And a rectangular creature, a horse/bear, sits with them. I feel my lips crack into a smile at the sight. It makes my chest grow warm and

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Hundreds and hundred of books lined the shelves and he led me to seat by the window on a window seat. He stood in front of me, hiding something behind him. "What that?" I asked, curiousity getting the better of me. He revealed it to me, his entire body trembling in excitement, "it's our memories in hard copy!" He grinned, showing me the album book he had pulled out from one of the shelves. I took the book excitedly, opening it. Almost immediately, a naked picture of fetus Shawn jumped at me. No, you don't understand. Like, an actual fetus picture of Shawn in the womb.

"Goodbye Penelope. " Once outside, he continues to wave at me, which of course I return out of courtesy. Olivia, my assistant, enters. I hand the store over to her and go to the back. I sit on the floor with the book in my hands, once again I caress the cover of the precious treasure, and I open it, I have this feeling of joy that comes over me all at once, excitement. It looks like a physics book. There are drawings on the first page caricaturing the wolves' physique, talking about their transformations and the stages of them. I keep flipping through and I come across a portrait of my beautiful alpha, a drawing of him as a boy, then as a teenager and finally one of him that is very recent.

Aurora thought as she stared at the book, turning the back of the book she saw a neat picture of a black ferocious werewolf. It seemed like the werewolf was howling as it had it's head and mouth up. In the same picture stood a full blood moon way above the werewolf and the werewolf howled towards the full blood moon. The picture looked so beautiful and Aurora couldn't help but stare longer at the picture. Sitting down in front of the large shelf, she took out another book out of the lower row of the shelf. "Werewolf ranks and abilities" she read out loud again and she turned the book open without hesitation.

I asked myself while returning the picture frames back to the bookshelf. I look in front of me where there is a glossy white center table. And on top of the table is a book turned to page 269 and a black small cup of tea. I picked up the book and read the title, it says, The Time Traveler’s Wife. The cover of the book shows a little girl and a man’s shoes beside her. I returned the book back to its place. A cup of tea and a book, I can imagine an introvert here. And then I touched the tea cup and feel it’s smooth porcelain texture. I smell through the thin white smoke that comes from the cup, which the scorch earthly smell burnt my nostrils.

The book was old and worn out with the faded red spine and the colorful cover. It was the only book on the shelf that wasn’t a self help book or a book about werewolves and it was ‘The Secret Garden’, I opened it and thumbed through the pages until I found what I was looking for. The picture was folded in squares and it was worn out from age and frequent use. Before opening it up, I could tell you exactly what was in the picture frame by frame because of the amount of times I have seen it.

I swear that thing was taller than him if we made it stand. We had pizza for lunch and voted that the bookstore would be our last stop. Rosie found the newest addition to a series of books she was collecting, and I stumbled upon a book illustrated by Jessica Wright. “This is the lady we met this morning!” Rosie exclaimed when I showed her. “It’s so pretty,” she awed as she opened it. It was a big, old-fashioned storybook, and Rosie was studying a whole page drawing of a princess. “We should buy it too,” I said, and Rosie gave me a huge smile.