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And even when they hadn’t… I no longer let them land. I had too much peace in me now. There wasn’t room for shame anymore. Back at the house, I carried the books Darren had ordered for the nursery upstairs and placed them on the newly assembled shelf. They were all hardcovers with soft pastel covers and gold-stamped lettering: Goodnight Moon, The Velveteen Rabbit, Where the Wild Things Are, Dream Big, Little One, I Am Enough. I traced the spine of each book with my fingertip, whispering the titles softly.

“Quiet doesn’t mean unbothered. Just good at hiding it.” We fell into silence. The only sound was distant thunder rumbling above ground. I wondered how long we’d be down here. Minutes stretched. My mind wandered to how close he was. How alone we were. “Tell me something,” I said finally. “Why’d you become a librarian? You don’t seem like the type who likes being stuck behind a desk all day.” Mr. Kane exhaled softly. “Books don’t talk back. They don’t expect small talk. I like the order. And the stories. What about you? History major with a focus on obscure trade? That’s not common.”

His presence and his arms tight around my waist, calms the fuck out of me and I fall asleep again. … I walk all the way from the dinner table to find Noah in his study room. I give the door a slight knock before I pushes it open and walks in with his breakfast and spot him reading a book. There are three different books on the table, excluding the one he is currently reading. The ancient, intricate bindings are beautiful and I look at the titles to know what books they are and what they are about. I freeze when I see that they are about sorcerers. I hate the chills that suddenly runs down my spine at the sight of the titles of the books.

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My hands skimmed the books stacked in the book shelves, and time ticked by painfully slow as I took Alpha Nolan's younger brother's advice and stayed inside the room. It had been over two hours since I slept and woke up on the white and gold bed, so I decided to take a look at all the books that were in the book shelves. The writing on the spines were mostly fading away, gathering dust as they had no use for the people who lived here. I admired some of the old classics and new books as my eyes wandered over every title. I had gathered a stack of books in my hand, picking the ones I wanted to read and taking them out. So far I had five books which were classics that I knew would peak my inter

The air inside is rich with the smell of aged books, coffee, and cookie scented candles. “Hi, what exactly is this place? Is it a bookshop or library of some sort?” I asked the receptionist and she flashed me a warm smile. “Welcome to the Fiction Nook, ma'am. We like to call this place our sanctuary for imagination because it is a gem for book lovers which contains well-loved novels and rare first editions. Please come with me. I will give you a tour of the place.” She informed me and walked slowly in front of me.

Noel smiled and silently uttered. "By then, I will wait." *** That night, as usual, Noel opened up his library in a random and hidden place, where it was reserved for only those with adventurous soul. While waiting, he read some new books that he bought from online shopping. Due to his interest in online shopping, or, to be precise, addiction, he bought a dozen boxes of books, all just to fill his collection. When the gremlins knew about that, they almost scolded him but then he said,

The stores pass by in a blur and the silence in the car is comfortable. My legs are bouncing up and down at different speeds and I’m buzzing with excitement. I’m humming to myself and feel like I’ve slammed eight shots of espresso. The only thoughts on my mind are the stacks of books in the back seat. They call to me. I can almost hear them whispering to me, begging me to read them. One of them particularly calls to me. It’s called The Alpha’s Good Girl and do I need to say anymore about it? The title speaks for itself, but the blurb reached into my soul and I need the pain and pleasure I know it will deliver. The sun is setting and I don’t even question it as I reach down and pinch myself.