Clean Book Novels & Stories

“I was thinking we could move the sofa closer to the fireplace and the bookshelf closer to the window. That way the books do not smell stale. What do you think?” “I think the books will still smell.” He says and I deflate. The moment is gone. He lights himself a cigarette with the flame from the fireplace and sits near the window. I know what he is doing. He is thinking of his business, and how it will work for him when his father is no longer the boss. His fingers are itching for control, his mind electrified by the thought of pure power in his grasp. He is not thinking of a field of wildflowers. A whiskey sits in front of him, untouched in its glass. He is deep in thought. I do not clear m

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It was bound with beautiful teal leather that caught my eye. I took it from his stretched hand. He took his seat once again and I looked at it. The book had a faint musty scent and surprisingly, it felt light as a feather in my hands. I fingered the gold letterings delicately, a part of me scared that I might disarrange them. It read Lost Memories. I couldn't take my eyes away from it. It felt like it called to me. I turned the cover over and it revealed an almost blank page. I almost did not notice the small writing at the very edge of the page.

"Be careful. Don't cut the cover." "I have surgical precision." Cale slit the tape. He opened the flaps. The smell of fresh ink and paper wafted out. "Olfactory input," Cale noted. "Chemicals. Glue." "It smells like a book." Cale reached in. He pulled out a hardcover. It was blue. Navy blue. With gold lettering. THE BLUE DOOR A Memoir By Elion Marrow Cale stared at it. He ran his hand over the embossed letters.

But something had shifted. I passed a bookstore with its lights still on. In the window was a sign: GED Prep Books Clearance Sale. I stared at it for a long time before making up my mind to check it out. The woman behind the counter looked up when I entered. I didn’t speak. Just pointed at the book in the window. “That one’s five,” she said. I pulled out a crumpled five-dollar bill from my pocket and handed it over. Walking home with that book felt like stealing light from the sky.

I can feel his touch as he cleans me, but it's nothing sensual, but delicate. ************* Note: Don't forget to like, comment and share the book! This really helps it grow on the platform

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I smile at her. “Go, open it.” She insists happily. “I thought about you when I saw it so I instantly bought it right away.” I started opening the paper bag and saw a notebook that seemed like a journey or something and a cute hand-knitted slipper inside. “That is a Mamentos Before Child Pregnancy Journal so you could write down everything you want to.” “Oh Gwyneth that’s so sweet of you. Thank you.” I said as I examined the journal before throwing myself to her. “This means so much to me. Thank you.

** BOOK 2 ** TITLE: MARRYING MY EX'S UNCLE

"It's Uncle Kramer's house, so no offense is taken. What are you reading anyway, at night? Sone steamy CEO romance? Or cute girl's exaggerated first kiss? "Shut your weird mouth," she scolds lightly, then shows him the book cover. Mahone glances at it and reads the title loudly, "The New Orleans Voodoo Handbook. What_ you're practicing black magic now? "Whatever," she says, widening her eyes. "Hey, hey! Why are you undressing in front of me? I can be your buddy, but you have to remember that I'm a girl, too!" she covers her face with book "So what?" he throws the shirt on the chair, showing his perfect six pack abdomens, smirking at her shyness. "I know you don't have bad thoughts about my b