Novel & Cerita Books Like The Night Circus

We move towards the book aisles, the three of us dividing and browsing through the books individually. I delicately skim my hands over the book spines, enjoying the feeling of the hardcover on my fingers. I pull out the book that had the name night circus written on it. I trace my fingers over the images on the cover and turn the book to read the description. "You should get that. It is one of my favourites." I hear a voice speak, and I look up to see who it was, my eyes furrowed in confusion. I don't know if this was coincidence or if we were being stalked; one of the 'cute' guys from the food court was standing beside me.

I can't live my school because it's the only school that get dark-side books in it's library in my town New Orleans. I frequently used to go to library to read about story life of past oracles so I went against Mr John's advice by sneaking into the library to read my favourites untill I was banned not to enter the library anymore. Even though I was banned but he had forgotten that I borrowed a book from the library weeks ago which happened to be the darkest one called The Black Cults because I was eager to know how the black cults kill the Viper in that book.

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?

I'm alone with more knowledge than I ever dreamed of having and for the first time since arriving at Nightfall Keep, I can breathe. I spend hours exploring, running my fingers along leather spines and pulling down volumes at random. There are histories of the Lycan territories, texts on magic theory, and bestiaries describing creatures I didn't know existed. On the second floor, tucked in a corner behind several other books, I find something that makes me freeze. A small leather-bound volume with no title on the spine, but when I pull it out, the cover reads in silver ink: "The Celestial Wolves: Last of the Moon Goddess's Children."

“You are right. But I'll stay up late to see who's sitting in my room without my will.” “We’d better see your books.” Johnny checked the books in Elizabeth’s hand. In the pile of book prepared for the girl there were: Encyclopedia of magical eras, from the beginning to the present day, Find out what others have done ... and become a better wizard, by Mark Zitter Geography of magical places and unknown fantastic areas, Beaten tracks ... and uncommon roads, by Julia Simens Beasts rarely seen ... or never met, Seen in dream ... in dim mindset, by Hans von Kilberg

Guests started leaving one after another, the music softened and Conversations became fewer. Near the entrance, Sarah and Ann were making their way toward the waiting cab that would take them home. Both women were exhausted but satisfied. The evening had turned out far better than either of them expected. Especially Sarah. She still couldn’t stop smiling whenever she remembered the job offer email. As they approached the vehicle, hurried footsteps sounded behind them. “Wait!” The girls turned simultaneously. To their surprise, Elvis was jogging toward them. Slightly out of breath. Ann blinked. “Elvis?”

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.

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

“Cemetery. Christ, Silas.” I laugh with the others. "How about a park?" Lucius suggested. "Right. Parks are usually quiet and spotless at night." Rowan added. “I think. I don’t know if it’s like that here in Canada.” "Prone to paps." I commented right away as I fumble on my phone. Do you know a place where no one goes at night? -Mill "How about... Museum?" Jasper suggested. "CCTV cameras,” I commented. “And too scary and realistic at night."