Book Selfish Novels & Stories

" But there must be some or the other way through which we can get rid of this book”, I asked him “ Yes there is only one and single way to get rid of this book that is to burn it down but then your life won't be same as it was earlier and the incidence which have occurred with you during the reading of this book won't resurrect self for example if you are saying like you have lost your friend during reading of this book so if you want this book then most probably your friend is never going to come back”, he told me

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But the ache in my gut twists like a cold, sharp hook. I bury it. Crushing it under a layer of ice. Freezing it in place. "Don't be ridiculous," I scoff, walking to the wardrobe and unbuttoning my jacket. "I don't have a sentimental bone in my body." "Then why the book?" she asks, unzipping her dress. "It’s an asset," I lie smoothly. "First editions appreciate in value. It’s a better investment than that paperback trash you usually read. Put it in the safe if you want to protect the equity."

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,”