Choice Book Novels & Stories

As I perused the books, I could feel Aidan’s gaze on me. The shop, much like the one downstairs, boasted an impressive selection. These were books to be enjoyed in the coffee lounge, not purchased or taken home. A smile tugged at my lips as I reached the romance novel section. So, Well Thumbed had these too. I wondered if they had hidden gems, perhaps something I hadn’t read or that Uncle Alex’s book club, Bound To Please, hadn’t discovered yet.

“Okay, let’s begin.” She went to the first shelf behind the table, her fingers ran along the thick and dusty books, it seemed like they had not been moved for ages, and she also noticed that the books on this shelf were sorted by color, except for one which was misplaced. She reached for it above her head and pulled it out, the book was heavy but it seemed like it was just the book she was supposed to find. It was a book bound in hard blue covers and etched along the spine in gold letters was the word; “Khione.”

I chuckled as the tears continued to fall and the rumble in his chest made me grow comfortable with staying in that position where nothing else mattered. His smile hit me, the blinding light behind it illuminating the lining of the stars in my universe to fall for him. Only intensifying the wanton need I had for him. I knew I should have been upset over blaming myself for thinking I lost his book, but I was glad that this was happening. "Although I loved all his poems . . . there's one that really stood out to me," he said taking the book out of my hands to flip through it. He eventually placed it back into my hands and I'm met with the words THE CHOICE staring back at me.

he said to himself. In Above The Hills academy, Jaden just finished having his economics test which seemed to go well with him. Luckily for him, the questions came out from the last page of his book that he read before sitting for the test so the answers were still fresh in his head. Sadly for the rest of the students in the class, they found the questions difficult. although they read, but it was very easy flipping through that page cause it seemed cheap and irrelevant.

he advises. I thank him with a nod and watch as he bounces back behind the counter to finish his own book. I pick through a couple that have interesting covers, but after reading the jackets I put them down. It takes me forever to finally find one that sounds like it may work. The Business of Business sounds boring enough to put me to sleep. I don’t want to spend any more time digging through stacks, so I grab a random paperback that’s sitting on the edge of the table before heading to the counter. “Excellent choice!” the bookkeeper chirps as he rings me up. “This one here is a riveting read,” he says, holding up the paperback I hadn’t even glanced at.

I told myself I always wore that dress on Tuesdays. Both of these things were lies and I knew it before I finished telling them to myself, standing in front of my mirror deciding whether to change, ultimately deciding not to. When the bookshop bell announced him and I felt the particular shift in the air that happened when Edmond entered a room. I kept my back to the aisle and my eyes on the shelf and reminded myself firmly of every reason this was complicated and dangerous and unfair to both of us. Then he spoke, two words. “Good paragraph?”

"That's none of your business. This is my home. Get out. You're trespassing. If you don't leave right now, I'm calling the police." Maybe it was my cold tone, but the little girl suddenly burst into tears and buried herself in Denise's arms. "Mommy, let's go, I'm scared!" Denise shot me a glare, then gave a nonchalant smile. "Aren't you curious how I got your house key? Jason gave it to me. This was our wedding home, you know? I picked it out myself. The furniture, the decorations—every little thing—I chose them all. Funny how all these years passed and he still didn't change the locks. Tsk tsk... If I hadn't made a silly mistake back then, you wouldn't have had your chance. Shouldn't you be

I know I am the closest selected girl to him. He barely even talk to others. All the girls always come to tell me that they think he will choose me except Mirabelle, she hates me. I don't want to be over confident. I have loved Christian for a long time now and I want to spend my life with him. I would do anything to make him happy. When we got to the Orphanage, we were welcomed dearly by the kids and staffs. I spent my day bonding with the kids but my eyes never left Christian. I noticed that he kept glancing at the girl we met here. It is Jessica, his best friend he told me about. I don't know why she is here, I thought the Orphanage was closed down for the Prince and the selected gir

"I'm content." "What's the difference?" "Happiness is a feeling. Contentment is a choice." She looks at me. "I choose you." "I choose you too." --- The second book comes out in November. The reviews are quiet — not the attention of the first, but that's fine. This book wasn't written for attention. It was written for the people who need to know that ordinary is enough. Celeste buys a copy at the local bookstore. "You didn't have to do that," I say.

“This scroll book contains history of what you would not believe at all” Fleki tells him as he goes through the pages, Edward also looks keenly and what he sees shocks him. The book was entitled The legend of the chosen with so many names of ancient kinds of people who served as the chosen. It was even more interesting when he sees names that did not come from his tribe. “Ever heard of such kind of names?” he asks Fleki who was more surprised and astonished.