Books To Get Lost In Novels & Stories

They stopped replying. At that point, Maggie's phone rang. She hurriedly clocked out and left work. I took one last look at Zach's file and stood up to go home. In the shower, I pulled off my silk scarf and exposed the ugly, twisted scar on my neck. Morris had caused it. Ten years ago, in the spring, I couldn't reach him. Courtney had disappeared, too. I gritted my teeth and used the last bit of money I had to buy a cheap plane ticket to find him.

The room, bathed in the soft glow of the lamp, cocooned her in a serene atmosphere conducive to introspection. Lost in the pages of the book, Veronica discovered a sanctuary where the tumult of emotions could momentarily subside. The characters became confidants, and their challenges provided a lens through which she could navigate her own complexities. The act of reading became a form of self-care, a deliberate choice to invest time in a world where narratives unfolded with the promise of resolution.

From my emotions and feelings towards her, I was still like a reader reading the book with the b*tch butting into the story. I walk my way where I could find total silence, the library. There were no students around and only the librarian is there. I step inside and I was overwhelmed with silence, this is what I want, peace. I move my feet slowly, looking at the book, trying to grab a masterpiece. There were thick and thin books. I look at the story titles one-by-one. I went to the fantasy section. The Magic Of The Bottle The Lost Genie The Werewolves Mate The Bloody Moon

The library was a rare solace in this place, a sanctuary where no one could hurt me, where I could be lost in someone else’s world. I pushed the door open and entered, greeted by the familiar scent of old books and polished wood. The library was vast, with shelves that reached all the way to the high ceiling, filled with books on every subject imaginable. I loved the silence here. The quiet was comforting, even if it was only temporary. I walked through the aisles, running my fingers along the spines of the books, searching for something that would take my mind off the aching void inside. But nothing could fill it. The emptiness lingered.

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“Like, misplace it. My pen, it happens all the time.” He nods slowly and goes back to typing. Fantastic, I nailed it. He doesn’t suspect a thing. The other presences are there too; they always are. They don’t speak to me though. They press in, sliding like cold fog along the edges of my thoughts. Sometimes, late at night, I think I hear them breathing. Like they’re right there, just out of sight. I busy myself making two lattes for a tourist couple who whisper while pointing at the cakes behind the glass, and for a blissful few minutes, the world is just steamed milk, soft chatter, clinking cups and the smell of fresh coffee.

He came to her side and started whisking the batter for Yorkshire pudding. “But you told me that the problem is you are bored at home.” “Yes, it is and ….” “Do you like books?” The question was out of the blue but she said yes. He leaned against the counter and said, “I own a publishing house. Can I get you the latest books which are not in the market but are ready to publish?” Her eyes widened. “What?” “Yeah. You won’t get bored and our editors will have something off their hands.” “Aslan….”

"Find out if Eloise booked any international flights in the past few days. No matter where she is, stop her!" Jonathan finally believed that Eloise was gone. She was never coming back. Panic tore through him. He knew he couldn't let her leave. Even if she resented him, he would do anything to make her stay! "Check the docks, the airport, and any port she could use to get out of the city. Don't miss anything!" Jonathan pulled every string, tapped every connection, and mobilized all his resources. But her trail had been wiped so thoroughly clean that it was as if she had vanished from the world.

Then we both walked towards our own cars. At home, I took a shower and made something to eat. It wasn’t anything special or grand, just chicken bouillon soup and toast. When it was made, I took my soup and my toast to sit on my couch in the parlor. While eating, I was scrolling through the apps on my phone and decided to read a romance novel. I love reading how the characters fall in love. And since I don’t have a romantic life right now, living vicariously through the characters is the closest I can get to falling in love. It’s pathetic really, but since I am 38 years old it’s just a way of life. After I finished eating my toast and drinking my soup, I washed my dishes and went into

and walk away. I hear yelling and footsteps running after me, once I get to one of the biggest trees on campus I climb it. When I reach the halfway point I take a set on one of the branches, I look down to see Alexander and Josephina run past the tree. Then Jaxon almost runs past my little hiding spot, but instead stops right under my tree. He stands there for a minute then walks away. I start to climb down the tree, right when I get to the bottom I hear a branch snap and that causes me to lose my concentration making me lose my footing. When I fall I prepare for the impact of the ground but it’s hard surface never comes.