Clean Book Novels & Stories

, Landon asked. I chuckled, "One thing about Sebastian Greenwood, is that he has no dirty linen, his pants are always clean, so good luck looking for nothing ", I said and then walked out of the office after giving him a victory smirk. The only dirty linen I have was standing right in front of my office. Asher Peterson "

Yet, somehow, Roxy still managed to reach out. At first, she would text passive-aggressive messages to reconnect and get me to come home. Later, she dropped the act in the face of my relentless rejections. Roxy would always be eager to show off the luxury goods from Sebastian. It could be the bag in season or the best jewelry in the ads. Everything that was once solely mine had fallen into the hands of Rowena and Roxy. Upon learning that Sebastian and Rowena had cut me off financially, Roxy often traveled an hour to the store where I worked part-time and demanded my service just to spite me.

she groaned, clearly disappointed. “You need sleep,” Ethan insisted. “You have to wake up early tomorrow. Come on—enough for tonight.” Before she could protest, he slipped a bookmark between the pages and gently closed her book. He reached over and shut down the computer as well. Belle let out a long yawn, stretching her slender arms above her head while Ethan calmly tidied up her desk. “Come on, you silly, skinny girl,” he said with a small smile. Without warning, he lifted her effortlessly from the chair, holding her against him.

Greta and Gabby made their way to Page Turner’s Bookstore just down the street from the Blue Moon Inn. Once inside the warmth of the large shop, Greta was surprised to see a bright modern shop, which included not only a metaphysical section, but my children’s section, too. With soft upbeat music playing in the background, it didn’t take long to find the shopkeeper chatting away to a rather wild looking dog by a fireplace.

The centerpiece of the space was an old oak roll-top secretary’s desk, the accordion-type cover pushed up, the desktop littered with papers and Post-It notes and books with Brad’s Toshiba laptop in the middle of it all. “So this is where the magic happens, huh?” Bias said, walking further into the room. “If by ‘magic’ you mean ‘blood, sweat, and tears’, then yes, this is where it all happens.” Wandering over to the desk, Bias picked up one of the books. “Life in Colonial America,” he read. “What are all these books for?” “Research for my Roanoke novel.” “Old school research. You know, you can find a lot of information on the internet these days?”

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The magic book opened on its own, Rico and Niffa patiently wait for whatever the blank page will going to write, they were seated, together, at the long wooden table surrounded by the wall of books. A light was formed, and the empty page was filled with letterings in a freestyle script carved within the thin sheet of paper. They narrowed their eyes trying to read the first letter, it was too bright, and the lettering was almost as white as the paper. The light vanished and the letters turned into tinted black, thick and printed, not written by a hand. The whole page was filled, it says,

"Finally home!" Cela said to herself as soon as she stepped inside her apartment. It's still bare but already messy. Papers are everywhere and trash cans are full of empty soda bottles, instant noodle bowls, and take out containers. The evidence of working almost non-stop prior to the release of the second book are still inside the house. She couldn't even find time to take them out.

Jacob laughed. “I’ll kick your ass too!” I said as I glared at him. “Kris! We have one more surprise for you.” Penny yelled from behind my front desk. “What?” I looked confused. She walked out carrying a massive book. I recognized what it was right away. It’s the type of book that you use for a portfolio. “You got me a new book?” “Kinda.” Penny showed me the cover. It had a Black Moon with two wolves howling. The leather was fresh as I could smell it. Alec took the cover and opened it for me.

I thought she might’ve disappeared somewhere in shame after what happened, but I guess she’s just trying to clean up. I get ready to leave her to it, giving her space to get dressed, when something catches my eye. It’s a book lying on the sectional sofa. I pick it up, turning it over in my hands. It’s clearly a romance novel, one of those old-school kinds. The cover’s a little cheesy, showing a bride and a guy in a tuxedo. I flip it open, and right there on the first page, in messy handwriting, is a dedication. "Isayanna's Copy."