Books Like Night Circus Novels & Stories

There were three beds in the room, and it looked more like a mini-suite. He must’ve seen that I wasn’t convinced. “Promise, we’ll talk tomorrow. You should’ve seen yourself—your dark circles are screaming that you need rest.” I gave in and lay down. He placed the extra pillow behind me. I wasn’t sleepy at first, but the moment I felt the soft mattress and warm blanket, my eyelids began to grow heavy. Well... I let them win tonight. The Next Day “So?” he began as the waiter placed our coffee on the table. “What’s the deal?”

I enjoyed the change of scenery. I acquired a book of simple spells that I had wanted to get for the Mage Library. The last copy got destroyed in a fight between a couple Mages. I also picked up a book on the Lucevkin dynasty that Queen Delia had been a part of as well as a book on the night sky. I had wanted to go star gazing but hadn’t had the chance due to my previous duties. Conor picked out several books of his own, but I hadn’t seen what they were about.

She took a big breath and stared at the ceiling. Shaking her head. She climbed out while turning off the shower. Wrapping the towel around her. Making her way, out of the bathroom. Putting on more comfortable and loose clothes she sat on the bed. Taking out one of her favorite books, ‘The Cabinet of Curiosities (Prendergast, #3) Lincoln Child, Douglas Preston. She was currently on page fifty. It was just past eight. Tiredness stared to overtake her. Leaning back into her pillows she started to doze off. Her eyes started to close, and she fell asleep with her book in her hand.

She raised her hand and with her index finger she brushed the books, reading their titles. There were some that said "satanic pacts" others like "the call of the devil" "the forest and its hidden side" "small town legends" "werewolves and the full moon" and the last one said "Wisconsin Cases". Camila took out that last one, the book was big, it had a red cover with the image of the town itself. But that image was in black and white, as if it was taken years ago.

This is so embarrassing if it wasn't for the grades, I would never do that nonsense. "You're the one to sing again sir," I said. He took the microphone from me and asked me to choose a song from the songbook. "Choose the title from the songbook, I'll try if I can sing." He asked. I searched for a song and I found the song the title. I think, 'I'm falling 'by Benice G. I immediately typed the numbers when I found it. Sir was seriously waiting while the instrumental of the song started to sound.

Nancy's POV The club was bright and busy. Perfect place to get employed without anyone knowing, the music was loud and light barely showed the faces of people that filled the space, including me. It was an exclusive club, expensive, filled with men that had more money than morals. I told Nathaniel that I worked as a waitress outside campus. Although the lies made me feel guilty every time, but at least it kept him from asking questions I couldn't answer. I was almost done with my set on the side stage when the VIP section lit up. A private party filled with Elite clients. The kind of people that didn’t think before spending, sometimes, they wanted a show and other times, they wanted more.

But would they help me protect Orion and seek revenge? I roamed around the library, picking out books from several different sections. A hefty stack was piled in one arm by the time I’d finished—for now—and I narrowed my selection down to three. No pleasure reading this time, I was on a mission. One was a text on abnormal supernatural biology. Another covered the mythology of chimeras, strange creatures featuring numerous animal and human parts. The last was a history of dark witches. After stashing the remaining books on a side table, I climbed back up to the third floor and eased into the hall. The corridor was empty and quiet except for… Was that music?

“What is this?” I tore it off and brought it closer to my face. “Special study groups,” I read, skimming through the words. “Only at night, in the renovated library.” “Well that's suspicious,” I said to myself. The renivated library was not open to the public yet, so who would fo there to study and why would they choose to do it at night? There had to be something else happening, so I stuffed the paper into my pocket and went to find the one person that could help me with it at the bookstore.

She pushed that down deep, sipping from stored bags in the fridge. Rain hammered the windows that Tuesday night. Lydia sat at her desk, sorting through a box of new books. One caught her eye: Spirits of the Wild: Bindings and Releases. The cover was cracked leather, smelling like dirt and old forests. She flipped it open, her fingers brushing over faded words in some ancient tongue. "Just a peek," she told herself. Curiosity burned in her chest. She read the spell aloud, soft and quick, like testing a locked door. The air changed. It got heavy, like before a storm. Candles on the shelves flickered wild, shadows dancing on the walls. A rumble started low, from the book itself. Lydia's hands s

For the next few days, I stayed inside, getting ready for my marking ceremony with Alex. Camilo had come by a few times, but the gates were always locked, keeping him out. One day, he saw my sister, who made a face at him. "Violet said you, Hallie, and dogs are not allowed in," she said playfully. Camilo's face turned white with anger. He kicked the door open and came in with Hallie. "Violet! I know you're here! Hallie just wanted to see the violets in your garden. Why is the gate locked?"