Bookish Boulevard Novels & Stories

Ink rivers reversed course again, all flowing toward a single point near the far end of the field. Bookshelves shuddered and dragged themselves into a rough circle around that point, pages tearing free of their bindings to spin inward, a papery storm. The bus—its outline faint in the mist beyond—flickered on one of the headstone faces like a screen, then off again. “All right,” Jax said. “Pretty sure it noticed.” “No kidding,” I muttered. From the center of that whirlwind of books and ink and stone, something rose. At first, it was just… mass.

The heavy clicking of a pair of pacekeeper boots echoes through the deserted street. She suddenly halt on her track and sniff in the fragrance of someone behind her. She look to the left and see a route that leads to the town old gambling territory. She gaze at her right with the corner of her eyes without moving her head. She see that there's only one building there which is no other than the children bookstore. ‘Good!’ she sigh and clutch tight at the iron rod in her hand. The chain that's attached to the rod lay violently in her hand and she tightened her grip on it.

Chapter 3 "Entice..." a deep, calming voice called me, but even when with eyes close, I knew it wasn't of George. Someone, with eyes so dark as midnight, lips so inviting, and gaze as feral as of a wild bear, whispered my name once more. I groaned when his rough fingertips stroke my arm, sending shivers down my spine in the most beautiful way I could possibly imagine. Something inside me purred, asking for more of the mysterious man.

Floral. Sweet and heavy and wrong, like jasmine and ylang-ylang and something metallic, carried on a breeze that should never have found its way into a sealed stone lodge. Her lola’s voice whispered up out of memory. Tamawo. Don’t look too long if they look back. Don’t follow lights into trees. Don’t answer when your name is called from the wrong direction. Althea’s magic rang like a tuning fork. Not with fear. With recognition. “Althea,” Luca finally said, taking her out of her trance. “Tell me what I’m not seeing.”

Trust no one. ~ Entry #1 "Lilac!" I slam the book shut and shove it inside my clutch. "Lilac, are you in there!" It’s Issy, she probably noticed my absence in the hall. Since I felt so choked up, I had immediately sneaked away from the gradually filling ballroom which was located in the west wing of the palace and slipped into the toilet to read the book I had brought with me. "Lilac!" Issy calls again. _Bookblocker_ You know? Like cockblocker?

She'd long seen through his lies and empty words. "Mr. Blackwood, the Swanson family was the one that funded all the equipment for the research institute. Our intention was to support Cassie's research. But from what we know, all that money went to your stepsister instead." Something flickered in Miles' eyes. "That's not true, Mrs. Swanson! Claudia's research is at a crucial point. We just used the money to push for faster results!"

"So sure." The book spun faster under his touch. Pages blurred together until they were just streaks of light and shadow. Then it stopped, settling on a page that looked like all the others but somehow wasn't. "She borrowed and returned the Bloodline Codex." "What is that?" "It is a book that records all supernatural houses. The ones that matter at least." My phone chimed. I fumbled for it, nearly dropping the stack of books in the process. The message was short and impersonal.

“The first letter read: ‘I, Prince Habeb, the Prince of Suramy demand from you, Banabella, whose name I discovered in my dreams. I beg you in the name of your own god, grant me my wish, and avoid being uprooted from the face of the earth.” The second parchment read: “Because you have hidden Banabella in an unidentifiable place, with the intent of deceiving me, I’ll tread upon your bodies and make your kingdom bare like ordinary earth. Till I see Banabella, the people of Muzagah shall not be privileged to take in air into their nostrils before the sun sets tomorrow. Prince Habeb speaks!’

"I have another gift for Vesta." "Another?" Marcus raised an eyebrow. "Isn't she… giving them away?" "Indeed, which only strengthens my resolve. This one, however, will be different." I approached a bookcase, running my fingers along the spines of countless leather-bound volumes. Finally, I pulled out a book with a worn cover and faded gold lettering: "My Mother's Garden." This book, filled with sketches and descriptions of Vesta’s own mother's beloved garden, was a cherished memory from her childhood. It held a sentimental value that went beyond monetary worth.

she rolled her eyes and went in the opposite direction to proceed with her main task. “I finally found the Non-fiction section!” she silently cried in joy after spending a couple of minutes walking around the huge shop, “I can’t believe it’s located in the far left corner, no wonder I couldn’t find it so easily.” she murmured. Her fingers trailed each of the book’s spines while muttering the titles, Valencia is searching for the book named, ‘The Golden Success’, a manual literature that made the world’s well-known businessmen and businesswomen massively successful.