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Zharn's mother smiled from the other side of the table next to her husband and first child. "Indeed." His father curtly replied. "Thank you." I gave my brightest rehearsed smile, hoping it looked as good as it did in my dresser's mirror. I sat down, placing my purse on my lap, and Zharn sat next to me. "Before I forget, I got you something." "You can't have anything I like except for your ginger hair." She replied coolly. "What about a book by Jamilla Coover, the final book of this Break Me series?" I raised up the black and purple popular mystery thriller novel.

Just muttered, “Feel free to browse.” I nodded and wandered. The silence was thick. Peaceful. I ran my fingers along the spines—mysteries, war history, sci-fi. None of it felt right. I turned a corner and found myself in a crooked, narrow aisle. A handwritten label above the shelf read: “Folklores, Myths & Things Best Left Alone.” Something about it made me shiver. I reached out and picked a worn, black-spined book: “The Blood and Bond of the Wild.”

Maybe that is the reason why I have no problem in communicating even if I don’t talk to people much. ‘This Time I Will Not Love You' This novel sounds so hurting. I think I won’t be interested in this since I have no love life or whatsoever. ‘To The World I Wish…’ ‘Reckoning Love…’ ‘Mystery Caller' ‘Untold Secrets…’ ‘Unfolding Secrets…’ JUST WHY THE HELL DOES IT SOUNDS SO SPOOKY?!?!? “Alright let’s look for other books to read...” I tried to calm myself just to not let me feel the spookiness in the titles of the books I saw. A very interesting book caught my attention. Unlike the others, it was… handwritten.

"I am working, Sonya." "You're brooding. There's a structural difference." She leaned over my shoulder, her hair brushing my cheek, smelling of that cheap jasmine soap. "Also, your taste in books is miserable. I found three paperback thrillers under your car seat. The detective wears a raincoat. In July. It’s uninspired." "They belong to Dmitri." "Dmitri doesn't read anything that doesn't have a diagram for an engine block," she scoffed, setting a small, cracked mug of black coffee next to my hand. "Drink. Your jaw is clenching so hard you're going to break a tooth."

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Raymond was pouring coffee, humming something soft under his breath, shirtless as usual, entirely too distracting. "What’s this?" I asked. He glanced over. "Read it." I unfolded the note. > Dear lovers, There is a bookstore in the village. Not just any bookstore. One where people leave pieces of themselves behind. Pages of poetry. Notes. Secrets. The owner lets you browse, read, and write your own. Consider it today’s adventure. —Mama Elsie I smiled so hard it hurt, “you planned this also right?” He nodded. --- Later That Morning The drive down was quiet.

“No, fantasy or mystery. Or whatever you’ve got, I guess.” “Mmm, Fantasy. You’re going to be featuring in a few of mine,” Stumpy grinned. He took my plate and finished my food, then washed it up and put my silverware and the plate back in their respective stacks. “Come this way,” he said afterward. I followed Stumpy back to his tent but refused to go inside, which made Stumpy laugh. He came out with three battered books - one fantasy, one mystery, and, indeed, one romance. “I’m the local library,” he explained.

A medium-weight blanket that could survive the dryer and didn’t care about spills. On my way to the register I remembered the conversation we’d had at the diner about books and the way her eyes had lit sideways when she mentioned a mystery author. Banks once showed me how to find the public side of a wish list when a pack kid didn’t know how to ask for a birthday gift. I tried the same trick now and felt briefly like a burglar when it pulled up—H. Williams—Books—all paperbacks, nothing flashy, a handful of titles I recognized and two I didn’t. I picked three, then forced myself to stop, because generosity without brakes can feel like pressure. I paid and didn’t look at the total. Wolves coun

He gestured to the book on their small table. Since her arrival, they delivered new books more frequently and even were considerate to her preferences. The second common room had almost turned into a library consisting of mostly romance and fantasy novels. However, despite the bi-weekly deliveries, there was nothing to do in prison besides read, finding Daisy finishing books extremely quickly. Dave would often surprise her with new trending books or secondhand ones that his youngest daughter had already read and grown bored of. She was an avid reader as well apparently. Wasting no time, she stretched her arm to reach the book, having no desire to leave her comfortable position. "It's a Gordo

When he nodded, Kendall said, “I’m thinking you two need to provide breakfast for us one of these days.” At his confused look, Brooklyn said, “I work at the coffee shop. That’s how I first met Kendall.” “And what is it you do, Kendall?” Addy asked. “I work at Enchanted Realms,” she said. “Is that the shop that sells those beautiful crystals?” Addy asked. Nodding, Kendall said, “We sell crystals, incense, books, statues, all sorts of things, really.” “That’s a really cool store,” Brooklyn said. “I did an article on them when they first opened last year.”