Novel & Cerita Books Like Night Circus

Locating the bathroom, I dashed towards it, once in, I locked the door and sat at the edge of the incredibly white, gigantic tub that could fit minimum of five people- the stranger must be rich then. Switching back on my phone, i searched for the first post and clicked on it only to see myself lick the stranger’s face, albeit it looked a little sexy…arrgh, I knew my crazy thoughts would possess me one day, I just never realized it would be this early, I was still three years away from thirty for God’s sake, I can’t believe I actually licked a stranger’s face and posted it for the world to see. Face palming, I moved on to the next, in this post I was in a jewelry store, I could only hope I di

Calm Before the Storm (Isabella's POV) The library smelled like old paper and cedar polish. Sunlight slanted through tall windows, catching dust motes that floated lazy in the air. I’d slipped away after the snowball fight, cheeks still pink from cold and laughter, needing quiet to sort through the mess inside my head. Shelves stretched high, packed with leather-bound books that looked older than the pack itself. I pulled one down at random, thick, dark cover stamped with a crescent moon. Ancient Mate Bonds: Stories of the Moon Goddess’s Gift and Curse. My fingers traced the title. I sank into a worn armchair, opened it, and started reading.

Bedtime. Usually, this was Aurora's domain. It was her sacred hour, the time when the CEO vanished and the "Maman" took over. She would read Goodnight Moon or The Little Prince, her voice a soft, rhythmic lullaby that chased away the dragons. But tonight, Liam stood in the doorway. He was wearing a simple gray t-shirt and sweatpants, his feet bare on the plush carpet. He held a book in his hand. Not a picture book. A chapter book.

The smell of dust and old paper hit my nose hard, and I suppressed a sneeze. Flipping through the pages, I groaned at what I was seeing. Most of the groups listed here were groups I was familiar with. I knew they existed, but I just didn’t care about them. Done with the first book, I slapped it shut and dumped it, picking up the second one. I pulled the cover and caught sight of the title. “The science behind the Groups you never knew existed.” I flipped the pages open and scanned, fast, when a paragraph caught my eye. I flipped back to the last page, where I saw a little paragraph titled “The Crimson Circle.”

I hated how it made me think of the hotel room, of that night, of the stranger who had burned his way into my memory. “Snap out of it, Cassie,” I muttered. “It was just one reckless night.” Downstairs, the ballroom was already buzzing with laughter and champagne glasses clinking. The stares I drew were sharp, but I ignored them all and slipped out into the garden. The moonlight was greater company than the crowd inside. I stared at the moon. Always there. Always fulfilling its purpose. Unlike me stumbling, failing, suffocating in my own skin. I stayed until footsteps rustled the grass behind me. My mother’s voice cut through the night. “There you are. I want you to meet someone.”

His eyes caught on a footnote at the bottom: See also: Fated Bonds for cases of supernatural attraction overriding species instinct. Nathan froze. The Special Section required faculty permission, but the wolf in him recognized opportunity. He waited until the librarian stepped away before slipping behind the circulation desk. The Special Section door opened with a creak that set his teeth on edge. Inside, the air smelled different—older, heavier with magic. His night vision sharpened as he scanned the shelves until he found it: Fated Bonds: When Instinct Overrides Reason. The cover felt strangely warm under his fingertips, bound in what his wolf recognized immediately as wolfskin.

The books were a revelation. Jasmine traced the leather scrollwork on a book’s blood red cover, admiring the craftsmanship. The gilt edges of the pages and the gold title winked in her reading light. The Haunt were a people who took pride in their literature and wrote even their histories with passion. No bloodless recitals of bare facts here. She scooted down against her raised pillows, seeking a more comfortable position. It was after midnight, but her mind was too seduced by the glory of Haunt history to give in to slumber. The first book she’d read had barely mentioned charmers, but this one seemed more promising.

Under the night sky, castles and towers in the capital city of the Great North are strangely luminescent, glittering like the stars themselves, while the rest of the establishments are in the dark. Mayhem City is a combination of contradictions, the light and the dark, the rich and the poor, and the oppressor and the oppressed.

​"Leo..." ​The surrounding noise of the night seemed to fade into absolute silence. The muffled, heavy thud of the club music behind the metal doors, the groans of the four men bleeding out on the wet pavement, the quiet drip of rain falling off the brick walls—it all died away. The entire world shrank down to just the two of them standing under the flickering yellow streetlight. ​They simply stared at each other for a full, agonizing minute. Neither of them moved. Neither of them dared to breathe.

she huffs annoyed, crossing her arms as she shakes her head unhappily at the thought of confiding in them. “Why? Up until recently, we all thought nightcrawlers were a thing of the past but we all know that was a lie,” I chuckle pointing at my neck as evidence. “That’s true,” she hesitates for a moment, carefully choosing her words before she whispers mischievously, “-If I managed to somehow get my hands on some of the books locked up in the Trinity Council’s vault about the subject would you maybe, possibly, be interested in helping me take a look through them? Two pairs of eyes are better than one pair and all that,” she shrugs casually but I can see the glint of hope flickering in her eye