Book Talk Samples Novels & Stories

she snickered. "Well, I love fantasy, action, thriller and suspense books but those books were different" he spoke with excitement. He liked talking about his favourite books. "Why?" "Is this an interview questions?" he chuckled while she smiled shyly at him. "Answer, maybe I can read it" "ARB101 book is a short story but I love the begin of the book, it started with Whatsapp chat while Adiya Amir is the sweetest of all. The book inspires me a lot" he finished.

Daniel Hart was a chapter closed with no intention of being reread. And then, on a crisp Saturday morning in early October, I met him. The bookstore was nearly empty—one of those independent shops with mismatched chairs, shelves that reached too high, and the scent of cedar and old paper in the air. I went there often, drawn to its quiet corners and anonymity. I was in the psychology aisle, flipping through a worn copy of The Body Keeps the Score, when I heard a voice behind me. “That one saved my life. Or at least explained why I couldn’t sleep for three years.”

‘And I think as of the moment, I’m having writer's block. Jamia: ‘Then walk,’ she said. ‘One of the CEOs, well I forget who’s CEO is that, but then he said, the best ideas formed when we walk.’ Irina: ‘Sure, I’ll do that,’ I said. ‘Have you finished the book I sent you, The Time Traveler’s Wife?’ Jamia: ‘Yes,’ she said. ‘I am now reading the second book you sent me, your favorite, Tuesday with Morrie by Mich Albom.’

There was a notice of Free gIve aways from the book store of the University New York University Bookstore a few walks away from the building in education. “Later, I will read that magazine. It’s good that I have my Structure in Linguistics book now.” She grabbed her toothbrush but after a while. “I’ll eat my leftover lasagna spaghetti and get my bottled lemon juice.” She murmured to herself and return to the bed to get the magazine as she began to eat her spaghetti.

Marco asked, and they all turned to me. Oh! Freaking goodness me! These people were out for my life and they definitely will be getting it. I cast them a glance, clearing my throat in the air. “Oh… I… it’s about the book I read in the library. It’s really… really interesting and…” “And erotic.” Vera completed with an arched brow, and I pressed my lips into a thin line, nodding my head gently. “I would love to try it.” Imani squealed beside me while I just forced out a smile.

Hi!!! Just wanted to pop in and say thank you for taking the time to read my work. This is the final book in my Unspoken Trilogy. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!! Book 1 - Unspoken Promises Book 2 - Unspoken Truths Book 3 - Unspoken Desires If you’re starting this novel without reading the previous books - you may get a little lost with all the characters and the fast paced events. ——————————- Chapter 1

The sky turned yellow then orange giving another version of its beauty. “Nate,” she called his name. “Yes, Cela,” he answered. “The things that you gave me before, I threw them away last year,” she said. “That’s fine. It’s the most sensible thing to do,” he said. The conversation becomes a little serious than when it started. “What do you think of our story?” she asked. “It’s beautiful!” he asked instantly. “I believe so,” she said. “Is it something that you will remember? Are planning to write a new book based on real events?” he asked.

After resting for a while, they walked around and saw a bookstore which they both agreed to enter. She was reading the back of Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen when Jacob asked her. “What do you say let’s read horror books? Like the ones we watched today?” “Eh? I’m scared. You go read first, then give me a summary, then I’ll decide. Haha!” “Roger!” as he picked The Dunwich Horror and Others by H.P. Lovecraft and IT by Stephen King. They finished book shopping, it was around three in the afternoon when Jacob invited her to go somewhere else.

With a gentle hug, I put the book down and immediately left for work. At 5:30 I was behind the shop waiting for my employers. I began to think about what happened last night. I was contemplating how a small book could increase in size by itself. The book could talk and give instructions for humans to follow. What amazed me more was the fact that fire of blood could rest in a bowl and the book didn’t burn but when I put my hand I was burning that I could even felt the fire even in my intestines.

“Eva? Are you in here?” Samael questioned as he hesitantly walked into the silent library. The book that Eva had dropped at the hotel was now in his hands. “In here” Eva shouted as she continued to read her book. Samael walked to the back of the library. He admired the rows and rows filled with books. Surprised that so many Braille books existed in one place. “Alana said I would find you here.” Sam smiled as he took a seat next to Eva on the windowsill.