Choosing A Book Novels & Stories

I stopped at the library door and smiled to myself. ‘Books are better than people. Books don’t hate on you for something you didn’t do.’ I pushed the door open and breathed in the wonderful smell of books. ‘Paradise.’ I strolled to the shelves and scanned through the books, reading their names off their spines. ‘It seems Dante wasn’t joking when he said half of his library was filled horrors.’ A book caught my eye, and I pulled it from the others. “Bone and Souls by B. Brian.” I read the name aloud and skimmed through the description behind it. “This seems interesting.”

It was as if my heart was squeezing when I saw that I was hurting the person who had already developed myself. "Yes, there are. There are a lot of samples here and we'll just choose which one is better." She said. I sighed and just focused on our purpose here with Katty. I took the book from her and we went to the bench here next to the third building. There weren't many people in that part and there was fresh air passing by. It is better if we take a step there what we choose and how to do that because there is no disturbance. My suspicion was correct when we got there. There is a cozy view and delicious relaxation. The two of us sat there neatly and I slowly opened the book. It is very thi

It was Brayan and someone else. Could that be his office? But it was on the other side of the house. I made a mental note to ask Elowen when next I saw her. I looked through the shelves searching for the perfect book to read. There were so many and I was confused on the one to choose. Nevaeh always mentioned romance was the best but I knew romance has a lot of cheesy things. I wanted more of action with a bit of romance and lots of erotica. I picked out a worn out book. A man and a woman in a sensual position but the name had been torn out.

The man didn’t stand up or at least meet her eyes to acknowledge her, which Claire found to be a little bit rude for someone who needed help. “So I found all these books”, he said, still staring at the books sprawled in front of him. “But… I really can’t decide which one to choose. I need a recommendation” Claire glanced at the stack of books scattered on the floor and quickly read the titles. Based on the mess, she thought that there must be around twenty books, more or less— all about the history of art. She wasn’t that interested in history nor does she enjoy art, so even if she wanted to, she didn’t have any recommendations to give.

A queen who'd chosen her throne. And I wouldn't have it any other way. AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thank you for riding with Emerald and her Triplet Alphas. That story was dark, brutal, and consuming in ways I didn't expect. But this next one? This one is different. Fucking The Sexy Hockey Stars(Threesome Rh/Why Choose)

The library was empty at midnight. I had told myself, going up the stairs, that I was going up to read. I had told myself, crossing the library to the section on pack lineages, that I was going to look up something I had been meaning to look up. I had told myself, sliding a small book of birth records off the lower shelf, that I had not chosen this book at random. I had chosen this book at random. I set it on the table. I opened it. I did not look down.

All at once, the living room erupted in gasps and raised voices. "Why him?" "I thought Beatrice was head over heels for George. Why would she choose Nathaniel?" "Exactly! This has to be a mistake!" Meanwhile, George's face turned red. "Grandpa, there has to be some kind of mistake!" he said, flustered. Mr. Chapman Senior rolled his eyes and shot back, "I may be old, but I'm neither deaf nor blind. Do you really think I'd get something this important wrong?"

“There were so many good books at the library. Why did you have to choose a book with a trope like that, Melinda?” He spread out a few books in front of me as he continued; pointing to each one of them as he spoke, “You could have chosen a book loaded with humor to make you laugh; or science fiction story that explores the vastness of the universe; or, you could have chosen a book where the main leads live a long, happy life surrounded by loved one.” He threw up his hands in frustration. “But, NO. You had to choose a heart-breaking story that will shatter your soul and make you cry.” “Why are you over reacting like this Kain?” I held my head and sighed. “It is just a novel.”

She could live with her new family as long as they wanted her and then she could stand on her own two feet. The following week passed by quickly. Mary spent most of her time with Bettina, with Kopa ever present. After a couple of days Kopa needed to go back to work. Mary missed him but she enjoyed the evenings when he would come home. They would eat dinner as a family and then Kopa and Mary usually played Kai while Bettina did needlework. Or Kopa would sit and read important papers from work and Bettina and Mary would sit and talk or Bettina would teach Mary needlework. Even though Mary knew how to read, she had never read a book except for the little book with love poems the castellan had g

Vren signaled the bartender for another drink. There were a few women flashing smiles his way, the invitation clear and plain. He would jump to the opportunity to spend the night with one of them and leaves her bed early in the morning before she wakes up to offer breakfast – which he normally steer clear from. He enjoyed most of it. He likes to socialize and he happens to like women. However, things got a little different when he turned thirty. His choices narrowed and he went from a little picky to exceedingly... picky. And it sucked the fun out of everything. He could even say it was so damn close to lonely.