Books With Numbers In The Title Novels & Stories

I'm gonna choose one to three books only, I can't handle reading multiple books at a time. I walk through the billionaire genre sub-section which is clearly inscribed on the long shelf admiring each book I see. I pick up each of the books the book cover and title attracts me to scan through, for some attempting to scan through the main body to check if there's anything that interests me. At last I end up taking down with me three books, which suit my taste at this particular time. Pride of the Billionaire Bachelor, 1095 Days of Dangerous Temptation and Second Chance for the Billionaire.

A pull like a magnet, weak but just about perceptible. Caitlin opened her eyes and followed the pull as it led her to a shelf of dusty books. Her eyes skimmed across the spines, unable to read any of the languages. But then she saw one book in English and knew, deep inside of her, that she had found what she had been sent here for. She pulled the book down and a cloud of dust flew into the air. The book had clearly not been touched for centuries. She had to be careful with it in case the pages shattered on contact with her skin.

Cynthia looked at the bookshelves again. “You actually read all those books?” “Most of them.” She raised her eyebrows. “Really?” “Yes.” “What kind of books?” “Business. Economics. History. A few biographies.” She smiled. “I thought you would say something boring like accounting.” Damien looked at her. “Accounting isn't boring.” “It is to me.” “You're an artist. You probably find numbers irritating.” “I don't hate numbers.” “You're saying that because you don't want to offend me.”

Ch-1 --------------------- [Warning: this story is in the 'incest' category. As a result, the mother and son in this tale might have a relationship which you might find unsettling. At the end, when they kiss each other goodnight, neither of them has to go to another bedroom. The father already sleeps there.]

The lightest moment in a story that had contained almost no light at all. I noticed the book on his nightstand the following week. Not a pregnancy book. Not a business strategy guide. Not any of the texts I'd seen him read during our time together. A different kind of book. The title was something about understanding patterns and breaking cycles. The kind of book that therapists recommend to clients who are ready to examine the machinery that produced them.

Matagal na rin kasi ang librong ‘to. ‘Book of Wisdom & Prophecy’ ‘Yan ang title ng libro. Hindi ko pa ata nababasa ‘tong libro dahil ngayon ko lang nabasa ang title. In-open ko ang libro sa first page. ‘Here lies the secrets of The Empire, including the words of the Prophecy.’ It piqued my interest, Fantasy book ba ito? I don’t really like fantasy stories, but this one felt different. It's like building a connection through me.

And one more thing, did he know what course I'm pursuing? "Thank you." I smiled after getting these three books. I looked at it. The yellow book is named 'A Brief History of Economic Genius', and the one with blue layouts and a picture of the book is named 'Warren Buffett Accounting'. I think Warren Buffett is the name of the author of this book. And the third book is named 'The Bottom Line Is Betrayal'. It has the cover of people who wear all black, his cap got my attention. I am sincerely thankful for this.

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He jogged back towards me holding a book. "What's that?" I curiously eyed what he was carrying. Of course, it's another book! I suddenly felt excited. I'd naturally be curious about the books he owns! If I can only read every book in the world, I'd happily do so. I've actually read about a library. It's mentioned many times in the novels I've read, and I would love to visit one! Caleb handed me the book. It was color blue with two clouds in the front. One black and one white. The title said 'The Fault in Our Stars'.

I took my time reading, and another hour went by. On finishing the third book, I realised I hadn’t read them in the right order. It seemed Finding the One was the first book, followed by The Claiming Rites, and then Under the Red Moon. This was a trilogy that needed to be read in the right order. I stared closely at the books and found the numbers on them written on each book from one to three, just like I arranged them. These numbers were written on the drawn-out full moon on the bottle right of the book’s front page, and, being set beside each other in the formal order, the full moon glowed.