Books Like Something Borrowed Novels & Stories

Zoe stared at the book, her fingers hovering over its worn cover, tracing the cracks in the leather and the faint symbols etched into its spine. It felt… alive. Not in a way she could explain, but there was something ancient about it—something that pulsed beneath the surface, waiting to be uncovered. The Book of Life, her heart raced, every answer she had been searching for… could be inside.

There was not even a single task their sages assigned them to do. Clara was humming to herself when her eyes spotted the red leather-bound book she stole in the hidden room beneath the redwood. Until now, she was wincing at the idea that she managed to steal a book that wasn’t hers. Over and over, she tried to console herself that she only borrowed it and would eventually return it once she was done.

Adira said as she stood next to me, making me jump in surprise. “Yeah, they look interesting. Is it okay if I borrow one? I know you don’t know us, but I promise to return it as soon as I’m done reading it,” I said, passing my hands on the books while feeling sparks when I touched them. A current ran through my body and my hand subconsciously traveled to a book with no title on the spine, but it sure caught my attention.

After a brief scolding from my teacher, I was sent to assist the librarian. The library was a sanctuary of towering shelves and soft whispers, its grandeur unexpectedly breathtaking. The scent of aged books and polished wood wrapped around me like a comforting cloak. Wandering through the aisles, I stumbled upon a dimly lit corner that exuded an eerie presence. A single book stood out—its cover blank and edges charred. Curious, I picked it up. "Weird," I muttered, flipping through its brittle pages. My blood ran cold when I saw my name inscribed on the last page.

I just made it for you. Elias knocked the thermos out of her hands. Scalding soup splattered across the floor. "Where's the money? I told you to borrow money! Did you get any?" he screamed hysterically. Claire stumbled back a step, tears streaming down her face. "I tried everywhere. Nobody would lend us anything." "Useless! All of you are useless!" Elias grabbed his pillow and hurled it to the floor. "What am I supposed to do now? Just wait to die? Is that it?"

“Don’t say it. Don’t you dare say what I think you’re about to say.” “I have to,” he whispered. “If it’s this much money, maybe it’s time to stop pretending. I don’t want you selling your soul for me.” “Stop.” She sat on the edge of the bed, voice dropping low. “You’re my little brother. The only family I’ve got left. I’m not letting you slip away because I can’t scrape together some stupid number. I’ll find it. I’ll work double shifts, sell everything I own, whatever it takes.”

Something Liam recommended after asking him for books my mother must have read. It was filled with stories of queens who lost everything, kings who broke under the crown and kings who abdicated the throne and the constant war between packs. I turned the pages without really reading, constantly rubbing my eyes to soothe the ache in them. After hours of flipping through the pages in silence, the first noise came from the jangling keys of a librarian. She was leaving. She brought me a cup of tea and placed it by my side. “You’ve been here all day. Are you sure you won’t leave and return tomorrow?”

I placed all my things neatly inside a bag and put the bag on the bed. I took a deep breath and a looked around the room. It had been my room for years, so many years. I shook my head feeling foolish at my sentimentality, it wasn't like I was going far. I slouched back on the sofa in the living room, picking up a book from the table and flicking through the pages, I had read it before but I needed something to occupy my mind until my parents got back, otherwise I would spend the next couple of hours worrying.

Most of the books are good old boring history books but there are a few that caught my attention. I reached for a familiar book and I flipped the cover open to see my own handwriting. My eyes slightly widen when I realized that it was the same book I had given Frost when she had locked herself in her temporary chambers after Dorian had attacked her. I can't believe she kept it. A small smile crawled its way up to my lips as I looked back at the shelf and spotted more of the books I'd gifted her. She's even kept the large book about the lands beyond the five Kingdoms.

I have put my sim back in my phone but I don’t even need it again. I just abandoned it. Today, Asher didn’t lock the door. After taking my bath and doing my necessary chores, I retired to the compound with a novel. Born in death by Nora Roberts. I started reading it yesterday. I saw it in my things. I had bought it a long time ago but didn’t have them to read it. Am intrigued with the story already and couldn’t wait to read as everything unfolds. I was engrossed in the book I didn’t notice someone enter.