Chicago Library Kindle Novels & Stories

"Let us go meet her." Chicago was a five hour drive. Liam drove. Anna sat in the back. I navigated. The rain followed us the whole way. Grey skies. Grey roads. Grey everything. The bookstore was called "Pages." It sat on a corner between a coffee shop and a flower store. The windows were full of bestsellers. A sign on the door said "Open." We walked in. Bells jingled. The smell of paper and old wood wrapped around me. Shelves stretched to the ceiling. A cat slept on a pile of romance novels.

' thought Kiara with a bitter smile while remembering the faces of madam Karla , Justin and James . " ........I better start reading before someone comes here . That way I can finish faster . ' thought Kiara and gathered herself together . She looked around and suddenly came to notice that the library was huge . There were countless ways and the bookshelf reached the ceiling . She looked at her feet then at the bookshelf again .

I grabbed my coat, scarf, and phone, the floral scent of the scarf grounding me, and slipped out before Liam woke, his study door still closed upstairs. The Chicago Public Library was a short bus ride away, its stone facade looming under the gray sky, the air sharp with November chill. Inside, the smell of old books and polished wood calmed my nerves as I found Natty in a quiet corner, her laptop open, papers spread across a table. Her dark curls were pulled back, her eyes intense behind glasses, a stack of folders beside her marked w ith hospital logos. “Elsie,” she said, her voice low, glancing around like she expected someone to be watching. “You’re here. Good. This is bigger than I thoug

“Go get some food and plenty of liquids.” “Okay, bossy,” he teases. “I’ll eat fast.” It’s now I notice he has on a t-shirt and swim trunks. He’s almost ready to go as he descends the stairs. I grab my cell phone from the bookshelves before I follow. I settle into a comfy chair in the living room, open my iPhone, tap my Kindle App, and continue reading my current book. On my flight back to Chicago a few weeks ago, I downloaded a book by Kristen Ashley. I immediately fell in love with her writing. I’m now on the fifth book in her series.

"You can wait here, I'll come to Mr. Miller." I nodded, and did what I had wanted to do for a long time. I walked over to one of the large shelves as she entered a hallway at the end of this room, and I was surprised because I thought these books were just replicas made of styrofoam. In fact these books are really original, or books that are copies of the original books. Which, of course, is also old. I pulled up a book called Bleak House by Charles Dickens. One of the books was dark blue with an old engraving on its back.