Book Selfish Novels & Stories

He had bought a lot of books in this bookstore and the topics of those said books were truly random at the extreme. It wouldn't be a surprise if this poor girl thought he was a serial killer or a psychopath. The cashier nodded when she heard Jake's explanation but didn't say anything more. After paying, Jake sighed a "Thanks" and walked out of the bookstore.

It was natural for him to have a business mindset. Jeoff, even you’re still very young, you already know how to count? Using abacus as hobby? Nice. Your purpose in this life is to become a businessman. Whhhow! Let’s clap our hands for him! @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE FATED TO MARRY THE DEVIL

The stores pass by in a blur and the silence in the car is comfortable. My legs are bouncing up and down at different speeds and I’m buzzing with excitement. I’m humming to myself and feel like I’ve slammed eight shots of espresso. The only thoughts on my mind are the stacks of books in the back seat. They call to me. I can almost hear them whispering to me, begging me to read them. One of them particularly calls to me. It’s called The Alpha’s Good Girl and do I need to say anymore about it? The title speaks for itself, but the blurb reached into my soul and I need the pain and pleasure I know it will deliver. The sun is setting and I don’t even question it as I reach down and pinch myself.

Chapter 1:(Ethan’s POV) The bookshop appeared on my street seemingly overnight, sandwiched between a dry cleaner and a closed Thai restaurant. "Sanctuary Books & Coffee" in simple gold lettering on the window, the kind of place that looked like it had always been there and you’d just never noticed. I wandered in on a Tuesday, drawn by the smell of old paper and espresso. The owner was shelving philosophy texts. He was tall, dark hair touched with silver at the temples, maybe early forties. He looked up when the bell chimed, and his smile was warm but careful, like someone who’d learned to measure his expressions.

Besides, it wasn’t a big deal. “You really like to analyze yourself.” Myra shook her head in disagreement. Heather knows the reason behind everything, but she is not willing to change. What a stubborn girl. “You should read a book. It’s my new book that contains a lot of my self-analysis.” Heather hurriedly changed the subject. “What’s the name of your book? I’ll buy a whole box of it.” At that moment, Matthias was picking out books to read in the bookstore. He casually picked up the book in front of him but put it back after taking a few glances at the cover.

She nod her head before I walk away to scan for books. "I hope there is that book that Dawson was referring to." I murmured to myself. I do not want to believe him when he said that I can only buy that book in New York. What an expensive outlet of reference he got there, that boo-hoo. Instead of finding that big book on the hardbound section, I notice a colorful book with green as a dominant on its book cover and its title kinds of catch my attention. "Buy Yourself the Fcking Lilies?" I murmured and started opening the book pages and saw some notes which made me conclude that it is a self-help book.

This was my last hope. “This is my last hope! This fucking study is…” I would have roared, body trembling and palms sweating when my gaze fell on the bookshelf. “Maybe I'll find a book that will help with my madness after this.” I sighed, giving up. I began to rummage through the covers, hoping for a title that would catch my attention. Shawn seemed to read a lot of books on self-growth and improvement. He also read a few about redemption but when I found one titled: ‘The Weightiness of Guilt’, something about it drew me closer.

To see my own flaws laid bare on the page, to forgive myself for them as I had learned to forgive others, was a liberation. The book, simply titled The Sanctuary, was published the following autumn. There was no fanfare, no national tour. We did a single reading at the local bookstore, the same one where Arthur bought his medical journals and I now browsed for mysteries. The small space was packed. Agnes from the book club was there, beaming. Betty, the retired teacher, nodded along as I read. My watercolor teacher, Anya, gave me a thumbs-up from the back. Afterward, a young woman approached me, holding a copy of the book tightly to her chest. Her eyes were red-rimmed.

She decided to document her journey and insights in a book—a heartfelt memoir that would serve as a guide for future generations. With great care, Luna poured her wisdom onto the pages, sharing her personal struggles, triumphs, and the profound lessons she had learned. She weaved together stories of her own experiences, anecdotes from the people she had met along the way, and the transformative power of authenticity. The book, titled "Embracing True Colors: A Journey of Authenticity," was published and received with great enthusiasm. Its impact spread far and wide, touching the lives of individuals who sought guidance and inspiration on their own paths to self-discovery.

Then he sighed. Leaning forward, he rested his arms on the table. He gave her his most serious gaze, and his voice did that sexy rumble when he spoke. “Honestly, I think most books like that are silly and a bit cringe, Liv. I feel that way about a lot of self help books,”