Casablanca: The Book Novels & Stories

It didn't look like a bedroom at all. On the table was a huge pile of books. I had put in a lot of effort to stay at the top of my class because it was only then that I would be able to speak to him. Therefore, I thought that if I just tried harder, Dad would like me. Now, I understood that it was all just wishful thinking. Dad just glanced at the desk before opening the drawer. There was a box with a password lock inside. I became nervous. The box contained my diary, which, in turn, contained secrets that Dad should never see.

He leaned down, his face as close as it could get without passing through his fucking force field, and stared into my eyes, “She felt like heaven on Earth.” The feeling that overtook my body was excruciating. Nausea and bile rose in my throat, a mixture of disgust and homesickness. But just as fast as it came on, something familiar overtook my body. I felt the pleasurable shiver down my spine of being called upon. I possessed the book. Hidden it somewhere no one would ever find it again. My lips curled into a knowing smile as I raised my eyes to Cassius. He had no idea what she'd done.

“She should be here.” “Perhaps she decided to run off,” Cosimo offered helpfully. “She wouldn’t,” Altair said quickly, but I caught the hint of worry on his face—and so had Cosimo. I picked up the book. It was about the history of Las Vegas. It pleased me that she made an effort to learn about my hometown’s history. “There she is,” Altair said loudly. I put the book back down, and my eyes moved toward the doorway. Celestina Romano was a fine-boned woman, shorter than I’d expected, almost breakable in

’ He said, and got the book from him, and looked at its cover page, and smiled. ‘Where do you get the book?’ ‘I got it from the library. It’s yours grandpa.’ ‘Oh, I see.’ He sighed and rest his back on the chair, and turned the book to the back cover, and showed Titus a sign, on the printed book. ‘Do you see the sign, C.C.? Do you know what it means?’ ‘No grandpa.’ ‘It means Captain Casablanca.’ The old man said to Titus. The young man was surprised to hear that from the old man, and asked.

As I take the book over to the couch to settle in, the door swings open. Startled by the sound of hit, I collapse onto the couch as I clutch the book to my pounding heart. When I realize that it's just him returning with containers I sigh in relief. He shuts the door quietly and holds out the container for me. "Thank you" I say as I sit the book aside to take it. I open the container and see that half of it contains bacon. There is also a serving of fruits and a small bowl of oatmeal. I quickly bite into a piece a bacon and savor the perfect crunch of it.

With one glance around, she slips into the recliner and downloads the next book in the series. The large mahogany grandfather clock in the hall chimes its tune. It's only chimed three times since she started reading. The tune echoes up through the house and reverberates through her ears. Staring at the words The End on the Kindle in her lap, she blinks in disbelief. She has finished the remaining three books in the series, in record time according to the percentage statistics on the Kindle. Her eyes flew across the pages at record speed and yet, she can still recall every line with insane precision, every plot twist connects. It seems that all her cognitive processing is moving at an incredi

The city sky had grown dark to a mellow gray, the kind that swathed everything in gentleness—buildings, trees, people. Rain still lingered in the air, shrouding the windows of **Chapter & Soul** in a soft mist. Inside, the world progressed more slowly, more softly. It was perfumed with old books, chamomile tea, and something sweet that Lena had baked and not labeled.

Hyun asked. "Well, for this book, I have to say that it's really business driven. They wanted me to come up with another book very quickly. I figured that the best way to do that was to get inspirations from different people's experiences and work on whatever I got from them. A little twist on this, some exaggeration on that. That's how I did the story. But of course, every adjustment had to make sense and that's were the harder part came," Cela explained. "So you mean, this novel is purely fictional?" he asked.

“This isn’t the time to space out. Kaleb has gone to inform the Council Head about everything, and he’ll be bringing the Yaegar in to give us a better explanation.” “That brings me to another important aspect,” I said, crossing my arms as I strode to Rune’s side. He noticed my gaze but paid no attention, still pouring whiskey into his glass. “I need your help.” “Of course you do,” he said, gulping down another drink. “The book,” I muttered, grabbing his hand firmly and stopping him from taking another glass. He exhaled and finally gave me his full attention. “What about the book, Silver?” “Tell me about it. Every detail you can give,” I said desperately. “Anything you remember will help us t