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The bookshelf was just as tall as Andrew so he could easily access the books there. The bookshelf had all sorts of books, ranging from fictional novels to nonfictional novels, to educational novels and textbooks. Her eyes caught titles like; The Redwall series by Brian Jacques, Caddie Woodlawn by Carol Ryrie Brink, The House on Mango Street by Sandra Cisneros and a lot more. Even the Encyclopedia was in his bookshelf. And there was also some novels on the basis of business and finance. The book the lad was currently reading was The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian by Sherman Alexie.

The council members waffled on, uninterested my thoughts drifted back to the dream. I was in what had looked like a large library, rows upon rows of old leather-bound books, each one nestled neatly on floor-to-ceiling oak shelves. I turned a corner only to be met with more rows of books and shelves. The library grew bigger and deeper with each turn I made, like a warehouse for the dusty and forgotten stories of history. I kept searching for a door and when I didn’t find one, I became panicked and flustered, only to stop and collect my racing heart, taking in deep breaths and absorbing the musk and dust-filled leather into my lungs. Instead of running, I reached for a book, plucking it from i

Something she’d long since come to terms with. The only silver lining in her otherwise mundane life was her books. Specifically, dark romance books. It all started with her accidentally coming across one on a popular book site. The book had garnered over one million readers and she decided to give it a try. Since then, she’d been thrust into the world of morally grey characters with looks that could kill and a thing for cuffing you before giving you the best sex of your life. Did anybody know of this hobby of hers? No. She’d been sure to keep her dark romance collection away from her parents. Of course, her mother had come across it one time but she’d quickly made up and explanation and prie

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Become Better, not bitter. D.A. Schneider: D.A. Schneider is an author of multiple genres who makes his home in Louisville, Kentucky. He has two sons and started his writing career in 2007 with the self-published novel, Avenging Autumn. After trying for some time to break into the comic book industry with his artwork, D.A. instead decided to focus fully on writing. He signed with KGHH Publishing in 2017 and Poe Boy Publishing in 2020. D.A.’s latest releases are the horror novels The 9 Ghosts of Samen’s Bane and the Ghost Hunter Z Trilogy. His work has also appeared in several short story anthologies and online literary magazines.

“He’s just a worker at the auction house and from the little we've seen I don't think Jamal's gonna start a war over him.” “More wars have started for less, I'm not putting anything past him.” Damian replied, rising from his sit and walking across the table to the shelve of books that occupied an entire wall. Old dusty books, Novels, biographies, textbooks, Government records, Mafia history, He had it all and he was proud to say he had read every single piece of literature that occupied a space on that shelf. “Do you read Don?” “Not really.” Don said calmly as he watched Damian moved from one end to another as he browsed through the columns.

he's very innocent to suspect anything; THERE'S SO MUCH TO TEACH ON THIS GUY. Dino swung the door opened and welcomed me inside. Beyond the mahogany heavy door are huge stacks of books, leaning against shelves stretching even higher towards the ceiling. Each set in groups surrounded on five sides with wood as deep and dark as blood and each one a mantra of the previous. On my right side has books of that were stacked in neat rows, while on my left are full of shoujo comics in colorful covers. There's a desk at the center; laptop, lamp shade, pens, files, etc. "Here is where he stored his collection," Dino laughed while facing the comics on our left. "I felt the creep whenever I came here."

Already much more soothing than sad songs and the sound of explosions. Tall shelves lined the walls, crammed with books. Of course this man had a library that looked like it belonged in an interior magazine spread. A low chandelier hung in the middle of the room above a long solid wood table, a few chairs, one couch in the corner with a folded throw. I walked along the first shelf, letting my fingertips brush the spines. Gold lettering, embossed titles, lettering already faded. The first row was full of classics. Dostoyevsky, Tolstoy, Dumas. Of course Zane owned a collection of depressed men who liked to write about sin and consequences. Fitting.

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.”

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