Book Spotlight Novels & Stories

For now, she didn't even want to wonder what would happen if aunt Margareth finds out about her feelings. Selene stretched first, then slowly dragged herself off the bed, her eyes immediately fixed on the Book of Magic that was lying down on the desk, the one she had gotten from aunt Meredith yesterday. Selene took it gently in her hands and sat on the edge of the bed, setting the bulky volume on her lap, and flipped through the book several times. Afer the fourth time she stopped at a page that showed a portrait of a man with ebony, half-length hair, in a long black coat... The face itself seemed familiar at once, but when Selene saw his eyes - dark and captivating like two black holes, she

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Kennedy POV. The weather was bad, but I needed to get that new book, it's Robert birthday gift, who'd knew a grown up man would kill for the newest werewolf love book. I got into my car, drove carefully toward the local book store, they had the new book reserved for me. It was supposed to one quick drive, until I walked into the library. A girl was sitting on a bean bag, her blond hair was covering her eyes with overgrown bangs, she tried to huff them away from her face but to no use. She looked young, maybe she's just here with her parents, looking down at the book she had in her hands it was a kids story. Does she read for the local kids? Or is it just for her?

Aloe's POV Blake's book release party took place at Portland's historic Sentinel Hotel, the ballroom filled with everyone who'd supported him through Morrison's revenge lawyers, volunteers from the crowdfunding campaign, legal aid clients, journalists, and family. The published book sat on tables throughout the room, its cover featuring Blake's mugshot alongside Morrison's official senate portrait, titled "Manufactured Justice: One Man's Fight Against Posthumous Revenge." "I can't believe it's actually real," Blake said, holding a copy like it might disappear. "Months of writing, editing, revising and now it's a physical book people can buy."

Her hair was bright pink, her nails painted black, and she wore a T‑shirt that said “Books Before Boys.” “You’re new,” she said, handing me my drink. “Is it that obvious?” “You have that look. The ‘I just moved here and I don’t know anyone’ look.” She leaned on the counter. “I had it too, two years ago. It fades.” I laughed. “How long did it take?” “About a week. Then I found the book club.” “Book club?” She grabbed a flyer from under the counter and handed it to me. “Tuesday nights. The Spined Fox bookstore. We read everything from literary fiction to trashy romance. No judgment.”

Her breath, even and unhurried. She passed a bookstore. The same one she’d power-walked past every morning for a year, late to a standup, coffee sloshing, brain already compiling the day’s failure modes. Today she stopped. She went inside. The air smelled like paper and dust and time. She bought a novel she’d seen months ago and never had time for. Six hundred and twelve pages. No table of contents. No appendix on scaling Kubernetes. The cover was a deep, useless blue. The synopsis mentioned a lighthouse. She didn’t even read the whole thing.

She decided to buy a few, thinking it will help her gain some inspiration in case she would have a mental block. Meanwhile, Keenan was talking to the sales associate. “Miss, do you have any stock of the book called Spell of the Lonely Dream.” “Hold on, let me check our system.” She typed on her keys and moved around the mouse as she looked at the computer.’’ “Let’s see.. Well, we’re still waiting to restock it. It got sold out immediately just in the first two weeks it was displayed.” “Oh.. I see.” Keenan sighed. He saw in goodreads that this book was the most recommended at the moment. When he read the synopsis, he became interested. Unfortunately, it was also very popular at the moment and

Liam lifted his head and he saw that someone was Lex. "Stop attacking my brother!" Lex exclaimed in his loud powerful voice that all the black wolf step back upon hearing him speak up. With the look pf Lex face he was glancing at his guards and signal them to back off. While he turned his head to Liam who was in front of him. He smile and said. "Liam, you didn't gave me a notice that you are going to visit me." Lex exclaimed while he was trying to let Lex walk his way to his safe haven.

As I perused the books, I could feel Aidan’s gaze on me. The shop, much like the one downstairs, boasted an impressive selection. These were books to be enjoyed in the coffee lounge, not purchased or taken home. A smile tugged at my lips as I reached the romance novel section. So, Well Thumbed had these too. I wondered if they had hidden gems, perhaps something I hadn’t read or that Uncle Alex’s book club, Bound To Please, hadn’t discovered yet.

"Yeah. Coming." I touched the scarf at my neck. "I should take this off." "It looks good on you," he said quietly, and walked away toward Sophia before I could respond. I stood there for a moment with my heart going too fast and then carefully unwrapped the scarf and put it back on the rack and told myself it meant nothing and went to find them. Our next stop was City Lights Bookstore, which Sophia had apparently been planning since the beginning. She walked in with the reverence of someone entering a place that mattered to her and immediately disappeared into the graphic novel section without another word.