Booktastic Books Novels & Stories

“Boss likes this property; he almost forced the writer to leave this place. The writer left the place and settled in Seattle. Boss considered destroying it, but Boss’s mother always told him that BOOKS ARE THE BEST FRIENDS. So he changed his mind and kept this.” Elaina giggled, “Just wow!” She started checking for books. She checked every rack and the names of the books. Every book has its different captive techniques. Immediately, she falls in love with those books. “The writer must have good taste,” Elaina picked up a romance book and checked. A lot of books drove Elaina crazy. Seeing her happiness, Nina asked, "Do you like to read books?" "Of course," Elaina chirped. She picked up many bo

“We wanted to make sure you had a place that was truly yours.” As she moves around the room, touching things and soaking in the atmosphere, I feel a deep sense of satisfaction. This is more than just a room; it’s a symbol of the new beginning and hopefully more reassurance that she means far more to us than anyone else ever has. She's amazing, and we need to move forward, not backwards. "How did you know which books?" She turns to face us. "Well, your social media showed us a lot, your wishlist at several book stores as well." Blake explains and laughs. "Oh, and anything with smut in was a must clearly." He winks and we laugh. He's not wrong, they all have smut in.

“This is ‘Pride and Prejudice’ by Jane Austen. It’s a love story that many women adore.” Jack took the book and examined the cover. “It looks interesting. What else would you recommend?” The sales assistant continued selecting books, giving a brief description for each one. “Oh, and we also have some romantic adventure books, like ‘Treasure Island’ by Robert Louis Stevenson, which focuses more on adventure and pirates.” Jack listened carefully and selected several books with the assistant’s guidance. “I think she’ll like these,” he said, smiling. The sales assistant smiled back, growing a bit curious about the lucky woman who had managed to tie down a confirmed bachelor like Jack Colt.

Grinning, she stepped over the threshold into her personal nirvana. Books. They were everywhere, as far as she could see, and she barely resisted the impulse to clap her hands together and giggle like a little girl. I could stay in here forever, Faith thought with contentment, walking up to the nearest rack of books and inhaling deeply as she closed her eyes. I just got here, and I already love everything about this place. She was so absorbed in relishing her environment that she almost jumped out of her skin when someone gently cleared his throat and in a rich baritone said, “Welcome to Book Keepers. May I help you find something special?”

At his large hands on the table and his eyes anywhere but my face. “Damien,” I said. “It’s just wood,” he said. It was not just wood. Tessa gave books. A carefully chosen stack, children’s stories with beautiful illustrations, the kind that were as much for the parents reading them as for the child hearing them. Tucked between two of them was a small card in her handwriting. For all the nights you read these until you have them memorized. I looked at her over the stack and she lifted her shoulders in that small honest way she had when she meant something more than she knew how to say out loud.

It is Divergent, insurgent, and Allegiant first edition series, the notebook, The fault in our stars, and Shakespeare books. "I didn't know what kind of books you like, so I just picked the ones I think you might love"a voice startled me, and I placed my hand over my chest. "You scared me, " "Sorry," there is a dark grey wardrobe just behind the door. And a matt on the floor, a white round table at the corner. "It's fine really, I think I will read them. It's been a while since I have read an addictive book, maybe I will find one in these books. Who knows"I shrug, and sit on the bed.

The need to have something that belongs to her in my hands overpowering the need to wrap them around his throat. Bart tries a few more numbers while I study the novels stored carefully in the old bookcase. I recognize a lot of fantasy books, some historical novels and a lot of romance novels. My fingers caress the backs of the novels until one in particular speaks to me. 'Tears of Tess.' I caress the front of the paperback. The cover is simple with the middle half of a woman on the front and the title crossing it. I flip it over and read the blurb. My eyes skim over the text as a small smile plays across my lips when I finish reading.

Greta and Gabby made their way to Page Turner’s Bookstore just down the street from the Blue Moon Inn. Once inside the warmth of the large shop, Greta was surprised to see a bright modern shop, which included not only a metaphysical section, but my children’s section, too. With soft upbeat music playing in the background, it didn’t take long to find the shopkeeper chatting away to a rather wild looking dog by a fireplace.

The room is gravely quiet and the only sound that could be heard was our breathing and steps. He stopped in front of a shelf and retrieved an old black hardcover big volume book. He throws it on the table causing dusk to fly off making me cough. "Sit," he orders. I raise my brow at him challenging. He looks more hot when being bossy. Stop thinking about him that way. "I have no time for your little tantrums Lyka, sit down now." he orders seriously and I oblige. The last time I was hot headed, I ended up being chocked and I wouldn't want a replay, now would I?

“No one is sending any one to hell. We are meeting in fifteen. Reach as soon as possible.” I hung up the call. I wished that I knew what this was about but as far as I was about demons they were never going to let you know something until you really were needed to know about it. Finally we reached the bookstore. It was named beautifully. Books and Blues. Well for people who did not know the irony would not understand it but it was a good business and Hannabelle was an astute businesswoman. And I did not know but I was sure that something was up with the coffee of this house which would only mean that she had magicked the place in such a subtle manner that people flocked here for the coffee a