Book Selfish Novels & Stories

I whisper to myself. I dig through drawers and closets, even suitcases. Nothing, I find not a single thing. I stare in defeat at a built-in bookshelf. I scan the books, wondering if he owns all of them or if they came with the room. An unwelcome urge draws me to one in particular. Unable to tear myself away from it, I remove it from the shelf. I rub my fingers over the soft leather binding, fanning out the yellowed pages before opening it to the first page. The title page reads The Travors Bloodline.

But instead of getting mad at Lex, Liam just smile at him. "I may have the simplest life to live, that is okay with me. I maybe a poor or a farmer in the land, at least I am happy." Liam exclaimed while still staring at Lex with his satisfaction looking face. "As long as you are happy in what you are doing that would be enough. Mother Tree created us to help the people not to control them." Liam continues with his very deep answer to what Lex had said about him. "Tsk! Tsk!" Lex shake his head off while he walks away with him and stand up at the center of all the Alpha's.

Klark, ‘Tribid Greed’ by Steve Reynolds, and a lot of other books. One by one Trisha returned all the books she'd picked. When she was beginning to get tired and unmotivated, the corner of her eyes perceived a strange book on a shelf not too far from where she was. Its spines were tattered and appeared like spiky wires beneath the poor lighting.

(Book Store Clerk) This is the 10th book store that I have made my stop at, after I left Honey Art Studio, and every time I visited a book stores since the first one, I would buy educational books, text books, law books, engineering, arts, computer, sciences I even bought magazine and child books, not to mentions all the philosophy and self development books, That the stores has, Usually when I made a stop, I would stroll up to one of the bookshelf, then I just pointed all of the selves and bought everything in it and on their stocks. And after the 2nd store, the store clerk will always give the same look, ‘is this real’ look, and I just pointed at my bodyguards and they immediately packed e

Sophia asked. “Because she self-published a memoir five years ago,” Margaret said. “Thirty copies, sold mostly to friends. I found it in a charity shop.” She pulled a small, plain paperback from her bag and set it on the table. “She called it The Feeling I Can’t Explain. I’ve read it four times.” The hallway went quiet in the way it always did when something arrived that deserved the silence. Cloe looked at the paperback, at its plain cover, at the particular humbleness of something that had been made without expectation of being found, the way all the most important things in this story had been made.

While talking, Isac Jacob moved two chairs, Dylan and Laura sat down next to each other, and Professor looked at the newspaper in his hand for a while and then threw it on the coffee table. "Currently, some of the merchants in this prosperous province are plotting, secretly thinking that by borrowing the government's power, the national financial troubles are also willing to spread!" Then he turned his head and asked Dylan, 'Where is your bookstore?' He said, "Fortunately I can own a bookstore. The press says that I'm not afraid of anything."

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“Since you’re back, are you going to pick the next book?” I blinked. “Me?” “Of course,” she said, smiling. “You’ve been gone. You deserve the honor.” Everyone nodded expectantly. I looked down at the stack of books on the table, my fingers brushing across their covers. My hand paused on a novel about love, identity and societal expectations. This book will give them a glimpse of what I passed through during my absence. I smiled softly. “How about this one?” Brent groaned. “Oh no, not another depressing tragedy. Can’t we read something with a hopeful romance?”

As he was walking away, the lady then asked him, “If you don’t mind… do you want to sit at the same table then.” “Are you sure? There are-” “No, I- I insist… Since this corner of the café is the best spot to read, I always sit here, I don’t mind sharing it with you.: “Ah sure, that spot was something I had my eye on since earlier.” Kayne replied. “AH, REALLY, let’s share it then!” Both were really awkward at each other at first but when they found out that both were reading the same book, they eventually got a comfortable to talk at each other.

“That’s a huge number.” “There’s a lot of assholes out there.” “And are you one of them?” “It’s too late to ask that now, but I’m not.” He walked around me, brushing his fingers against my arm and sending a shiver of delight up my skin. “I already have you and I’m not letting you go.” “You sound like the Beast.” “Maybe the Beast and I do have some things in common.” I went to the brown section and picked up the book. “The Wealth of Nations by Adam Smith. I had to read parts of this for an economics course, but I never read the whole book.”