Books In Order Novels & Stories

“I’ve only gotten a bit over halfway through them. But yes, the ones I own I have read at least once, too.” She ran a loving hand lightly across the spines. “I was just admiring the way you organized them. Every other bookstore I’ve been in insists on displaying them in alphabetical order. It’s maddening. Don’t they know there’s a reading sequence involved here?” “I know, right?” Rick exclaimed. “You can’t read book one, then skip ahead to book twenty-three, you won’t know what the hell’s going on.” “Yes! Someone besides me gets it!” she smiled in triumph.

“Wouldn’t it be a better use of your time to learn something and better yourself instead of moping around while you wait for Queen Aella to return?” My jaw tightened as I opened my eyes and looked at him. “Moping?” I repeated, my voice low. Chaos snorted from somewhere behind him. “Oh, he’s definitely moping.” I ignored him and looked down at the books. Their titles stared back at me, heavy with meaning I didn’t want to admit I needed. Advanced Realm Stabilization. Path Forging and Sovereign Access. Soul Gate Theory. Power Integration and Identity Recognition. Something shifted inside me. Not anger exactly, but something sharper, more precise. Because I understood what Order was doing, and I

I realized, belatedly, that I fuc8ked up the epilogue of book two. Brand and Honey were first, not Daniel and Natalia. So I might have to fix it later, but for now, I have an alternate ending for Brandt and Honey's scene. It's super hot. Enjoy. Brandt

I can still feel the maids eyeing me, but I didn't mind them anymore to not make them uncomfortable with me. And while looking around the shelf, I noticed something wrong so I went to check the other shelves as well with a creased forehead. I glanced at the maids who were back to doing their jobs and noticed that one of them is arranging the books in the same way. "Excuse me?" They stopped from moving just to face me. I frowned at them. "Why is it that all the books are arranged according to what year it's published instead of by titles?" I looked back at the book beside me. "This one, the Lycans History from the Vampires invasion, is two books away from book two of this title. Why is that?"

“Alright, if we put the tall shelves against this wall, we can fit the shorter ones under the window. How does that layout sound?” I nodded, impressed by his planning. “That works for me. I’m not picky, as long as they’re sturdy enough to hold all these books.” Bernardo stepped closer to me. “Oh, don’t worry about that. We’ll make sure they’re anchored well. Wouldn’t want any accidents.” He gave me a friendly smile. The earlier flirtatious edge was gone. He must have picked up on my complete lack of interest. They got to work. I started sorting through the boxes. I organized the books by genre. It was a huge job, but handling each book, deciding where it belonged, felt satisfying. Fiction, n

“It’s like a toddler who has to go through stages of growth. The child must first learn to climb, walk, and then run. Even if one of the five books is available in the Dragon Palace, it is definitely not the third book.” Tyr was shocked. He wasn't sure what Maxime was getting at. Why couldn’t the book in the Dragon Palace be the third book? Is it possible that these five books must be acquired in a specific order? Maxime didn’t go into any more detail. “Tyr, I’m going to tell you the same thing. Be patient,” he reiterated.

I let out a long breath I didn’t know I was holding, and walked toward the library. The room was huge, with tall shelves reaching all the way to the ceiling, filled with thousands of books. There were books about history, science, art, and politics, but most of all, there were books and files about business, finance, and power. They were arranged perfectly, organized in ways that made sense only to someone who knew how the world worked.

I started with the study. His books first because there were more of them and because the bookshelves were already built in and because watching the shelves fill up was the kind of immediate visible progress that made the whole project feel possible. I worked through them by subject the way I had learned his system — history and philosophy at the top, business and strategy at eye level, fiction on the lower shelves in roughly the order he reached for things. I found the photograph in box seven. His family on the steps. The one I had found in the desk drawer at the penthouse months ago and put back without mentioning. He had packed it deliberately — not thrown in with things, wrapped in paper

I tell him. “Benedict is the second born and he is an artist. Colin likes to travel a lot and he is the third child. Daphne is the fourth child and the first girl. She is also who the first book is about. After Daphne’s book, the books go according to birth. The next person is Eloise, followed by Francesca, then Gregory and finally Hyacinth. Though Hyacinth’s book came out before Gregory, his book is the last,” I continue.

Tilting my head upwards, I saw him atop the stairs as he was finding some books on the tall shelf. “What are you looking for?” I asked as I dropped my bag on the counter. “An order,” he curtly replied. I covered my nose with my hand as he brushed off some dirt from the old book he picked. “What order?” I inquired again, interested. Every order piqued my interest every time. It's not everyday you see an old—almost rotten shop—get a customer. Added to this is the fact that these customers are willing to pay huge prices for our old books. Our books' rate is no less than 1,500 dollars. Crazy, isn't it?