Novel & Cerita Books By Carol Drinkwater

I Would’ve Bottled You, If You’d Let Me My dreams always start the same way: a beautiful but deadly meadow full of flowers, stretched across like a never-ending stream. One as far as the eye can see. I would walk into the flowers following a scent I knew one that by mind body and soul, I had a habit of buying every thing that smelled like it whenever I had the chance, the smell of warm milk and an undertone of sea salt, it sent a shiver to my stomach and an insatiable craving.

She was caught off guard and was not prepared for it at that moment. The water dispenser beeped, Carolyn poured two cups of water. She drank one cup herself and then carried the other cup into the living room. She came to Carsen's front and handed it over, "Have some water, the temperature is just right." After Carsen thanked, he drank up the water in the cup. He placed the cup on the coffee table and looked up at the little girl standing in front of him. Carolyn belonged to the type of skin that doesn't tan, so even after playing in Greycoast for two days, her skin remained as delicate as ever.

, Rachel grunts. I want to say "Why", but I don't want to risk sounding like a creep so I whatever her and go back to going through the rest of the shelf even though I'd done that a thousand times before. I drag my hands across the spines of the books; Kara Taylor's Prep School Confidential, Carol Wyer's The Secret Admirer, and Megan Goldin's The Night Swim. You would be subtle to call Rachel a crime-thriller addict - she's more of a crime freak. The Night Swim. There is a piece of paper sticking out of it. I pull it out of the book. Something is scribbled across it in Rachel's handwriting.

"Carol recommended it. I described what I was looking for and she disappeared for thirty seconds and came back with this." "Carol is the best bookseller in the city. Whatever she hands you, read it." "You've read it?" "Twice." I paused. "Don't read the last page first." The corner of his mouth lifted. "I don't do that." "Jade told me you do that." "Jade has a complicated relationship with the truth."

“I have wine, beer, tea, my nephew’s juice box, Mandy’s smoothie which I think has already gone bad, water...” “Wine is good.” Carrie walked around the coffee table to the bookshelf mounted on the wall. One portion of it was full of pictures of a woman and a young boy. She took one of the frames and brushed her thumb over the glass.

When Titus saw Carol, the fury that had been bubbling within him died out. “I’d love to, but I don’t have the talent for writing.” Carol went to the fridge and opened it to grab a bottle of water, only to realize that there was no water, only beer. “Don’t you drink water?” “I already asked Rivas to buy it.” “Okay then.”

I knew for sure I was going to drown if there was no flash of miracle. What was I even thinking? Swim to town… I went down again, then came up trying to keep my stride alive. Stream water was a hydro-oxygen sodium chloride. I just kept on struggling, somewhere from a distance, I could hear Papa's voice saying “Keep on struggling son, it’s not over” his comforting words trying to erase my misery. He always had words to motivate a drained spirit. I just kept on striding though I knew that it was of no use. I went deep again my eyed closed as enveloped my ears. I gasped for breadth but caught none in return, by body shivering in response to the cold water, my eyes were becoming hazy, probably d

Stepping forward, he draped his arms around Nathaniel's shoulders, leaning into him with a long-drawn sigh. "Tell me. I can help you look. Hopefully, the book will provide us with information on how to get rid of it. The ones I've looked at have been pretty lax on information." "It will be a rare book, probably one that looks like it's been written by a lunatic," Nathaniel replied crisply. His body tensed as Lloyd embraced him, but he resisted the urge to push the warm arms away. "The larger books are more researched, so they concentrate on what's already known."