Books Matter Novels & Stories

I mumbled with a full mouth. "There's extra in there. Let's keep moving." We turned the corner into another street lined with low brick buildings. One had a dusty window and a sun-faded sign that read Dog-Eared Pages. "This place is a little gem," Robbie said. "If you ever want to read up on modern stuff written for wolves from the old packs—this is where to do it. They even have books on magic you won't find in human shops." That piqued my interest immediately, but—

I chuckled as I pictured his father's look on his face. “Were the fuck are you” I thought as I opened from one of the boxes to another, all having worn out papers or jewelries or another photo collection, I groaned in frustration and placed them back the way they were. Maybe Damian didn't keep his documents here, he had other houses and this was just one of them. My attention was drawn aback by his collection of books, I thought of checking on them before leaving the day we both had a rift. They were old art, modern art books, almost all art authors were in this Library and I marveled over the realization. Damian was very specific I concluded in my mind as I looked over and over and over aga

I run my fingers across every bump as I proceed to read its contents. Mother created that podium. It allows me to take any book I wish to read and have it converted into brail. When I’m finished reading I simply place the book back on the shelf and the book will return to its original state. Yes, it’s another accommodation made for me, but it’s a very useful one since our job sometimes involves a little research. We’ve all read every book in this library, even written most of them, which isn’t very difficult. Considering how long we’ve been alive, we have an abundance of time.

The doors creaked as she pushed them open, revealing what lay inside. The cabinet was filled with papers, old books, and trinkets, the remnants of a past long forgotten. Bliss ran her fingers over the contents, her heart racing with each new discovery. Among the books, she found a leather-bound journal, its pages yellowed with age. The title, written in faded gold lettering, read Blackwood Family History. She pulled it out and opened it, her hands trembling with anticipation.

“This world is definitely underdeveloped” Mane sighed as he looked over the information he had been given. Dan arrived at his room only minutes ago to complete the final transfer. Yes, you heard right – final transfer. Mane assumed that the books were well compiled sources of information, but he was wrong. Sure they were called books just like in other worlds, but these so called books were just large sheets of paper bundled together and held by a very long string! The sheets weren’t light and crispy like what Mane was used to, rather they were hard and heavy and it was difficult to carry more than a few dozen at once. Dan delivered seven different bundles of these ‘books’. He had taken almo

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.

It went from the first floor to the second floor, and the fragrance of books was strong. Every book had a division. When he was looking for books related to clothing design, when he passed by the technical section, he accidentally saw a book called "Nature of Pregnant Ten Month". Out of curiosity, he took it out and flipped through it.

Kennedy POV. The weather was bad, but I needed to get that new book, it's Robert birthday gift, who'd knew a grown up man would kill for the newest werewolf love book. I got into my car, drove carefully toward the local book store, they had the new book reserved for me. It was supposed to one quick drive, until I walked into the library. A girl was sitting on a bean bag, her blond hair was covering her eyes with overgrown bangs, she tried to huff them away from her face but to no use. She looked young, maybe she's just here with her parents, looking down at the book she had in her hands it was a kids story. Does she read for the local kids? Or is it just for her?

In the current world game market, many countries have established their own complete and sound game rating systems, such as the ESRB system in the United States, the PEGI system in Europe. The full name of ESRB is Entertainment Software Rating Board, it was found by the Entertainment Software Association in 1994 in America. The committee is a non-profit industry organization. Its responsibility is to assess the content of electronic games and provide consumers (especially parents) with age-appropriate guidance on the content of computer games or online videos. ESRB's game ratings system have two kinds of manifestations, one is the rating identification, they are named like EC (early Childhoo

I can also do that to know the history of JBC Publishing, but I'd rather leave that place and stay somewhere more comfortable. I scanned each bookshelf to check where I can get books about the company. There are many kinds of books here. It's divided into different categories. The first one is engineering textbooks. The second is accounting. There's business, management and the last one is all about writing and publications. At least I know where I should go next time. At the corner end, there's a small corner where the logo of the company is painted. Below that is a table with different books. The one on top says, JBC and It's Beginnings". So this is what I needed. I grabbed some books and