Classic Book Novels & Stories

They were, after all, close friends. "I would be happy if you do that. I mean I only live in this place with my brother, who, you already know about his condition and the maids, whom I can't share many things with. Having a friend over sounds good to me." After touring the place for one hour straight they rested on the lounge on the ground floor of the library. The beige seating with golden lining matched the room perfectly. The wooden vintage long coffee table was put i the middle and there were some flower arrangements in the middle. It made the room looked more alive. She had picked up a book title which interested her. It was a classic vintage book made in the late nineteenth century. It

Who would've thought that I could just ask an old man? "It's one of the 2000's classic, brat! Of course I do." 2000's classic? That's an old *ss book then, no wonder I can't find it in the web. But if it was one of the classics, I'm sure I could've at least found an article or two about it. "But, I couldn't find it in the web." I said. It must have not been a famous book. "Of course you won't. That book was blacklisted by you guys."

he said softly, leaning towards Sammy. - Why? She raised her eyes. – Like, is it not very fashionable to be interested in classical literature? Doyle shrugged. "It's not fashionable to be stupid," he said. - And in the classics you can learn a lot of useful things. Unless, of course, you know where to look. "I didn't know you were a reader," Sammy giggled. “Okay, then how did you figure out Jane Eyre?” - Frog, it's so simple. Travis's blue eyes sparkled. - You look like a heroine.

The library’s floor is polished, and it has a granite fireplace and a comfortable, well-worn sitting arrangement. I heave a sigh, relieved that Ms. Lennie isn’t around to reprimand me. I’ve always loved reading and collecting romance books at home, so seeing these shelves just makes my heart soar. I start my journey inside, searching for cookbooks. Instead, I stumble upon a book placed in a glass cage in the middle of the classics section. I lean forward, touching the glass as I try to read the title. It’s Macbeth and Hamlet by William Shakespeare. The air instantly abandons my lungs when I catch sight of the leather-bound cover. It’s very old but still stunning.

The more I try to draw boundaries she is making it nearly impossible for me to control myself from going and grabbing her face and kissing the shit out of her. I take a deep breath and return a soft smile," how about the classics, lex?" I ask her to divert my mind. " well, pride and prejudice is the only one I can truly think of!" she caresses the book on the book rack. " hmmm, interesting. I can't find any better than that one in the classics," I say while walking toward her. " but I think sense and sensibility were nice too, you know," I whisper not wanting to disturb other people in the store

Closing the book in his hand with a loud thud, he handed it over to me, motioning me to take it from his grip. "Here." I reached out for the slightly bulky book in his hand. In my attempt to reach it, our fingers brushed lightly. I felt something and I jolted back, taking the book along with me. The look on his face confirmed he'd felt it too. Thank goodness I'd taken the book with me. I wasn't looking forward to feel whatever that was again. He cleared his throat before going on. " Since you don't have a favorite genre, these are the classics." His hands found their way into his pockets. "You're bound to find one that you like.'

If he can see every move I make, how will I ever make a move against him? During my rampage of a small bookshelf on the wall next to the bed, I find classic books such as, The Catcher in the Rye, Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, and so on. Spotting amongst the classics a leather bound book with no title or author. I slowly open it and inside handwritten pages are revealed. May 12th 1998

"What drew you towards it?" "Well, I used to read a lot as a child. It was kind of my escape from reality a lot of the time. As I got older, I guess I never really grew out of it,” I mused. “I was especially drawn towards the classics. Something about the romance of them always swept me away.” "Actually, speaking of that, do you mind if I ask you a question? It’s something I’ve always been a little curious about, honestly." "What's that, Sir?"

"How about you, what do you like to read?" Sandy grimaced. "Nothing that dense. I'm more the dime store novel type. I like medical mysteries, thrillers, things like that." "C'mon, there's a great little used book shop over there, I'll see if we can't find something for you." When we got there I headed straight for the classics. "Here, you should try this one." I pulled a book off the shelf and showed it to her. She looked at the green jacket. "'Jane Eyre'? Really? Isn't this, like, some sappy romance?"

My hands skimmed the books stacked in the book shelves, and time ticked by painfully slow as I took Alpha Nolan's younger brother's advice and stayed inside the room. It had been over two hours since I slept and woke up on the white and gold bed, so I decided to take a look at all the books that were in the book shelves. The writing on the spines were mostly fading away, gathering dust as they had no use for the people who lived here. I admired some of the old classics and new books as my eyes wandered over every title. I had gathered a stack of books in my hand, picking the ones I wanted to read and taking them out. So far I had five books which were classics that I knew would peak my inter