Dearest Book Novels & Stories

With the money from the divorce and house sale, I took over a little shop on an old street down south of the city. The owners of the failing café were looking to get out. I changed the layout of the shop and turned it into a bookshop. The name of the shop was Foglight Books. My best friend came by to clean the place up. While wiping the shelves, she asked, “Are you sure you don’t want to move away from the city?” I shook my head. “They are the ones who should leave, not me.” On the opening day, I simply hung a sign out the front. There were no loud celebrations.

The quiet hum of early morning London was a balm to Isabella Hart's frayed nerves. Far removed from the cold austerity of the Cornwall Retreat, her apartment felt like the last place on earth that still belonged to her. Books lined every wall, their spines softened by use, and the scent of ground coffee and lavender lingered in the air. Familiar. Grounded.

GABRIELLA The boutique smells like lavender, vanilla, and money. High-end racks of silk and satin line the walls, and for the first time since moving to New York, I’m actually dress shopping with friends. I trail my fingers over a rack of evening gowns, trying to tamp down the excitement bubbling up inside me.

Mrs Benson said. They all formed a circle holding each other's hands and held a quick prayer before waving Jeremy and Eleanor goodbye drove away. ** "I can't believe I'm here again, after how many years, it's just..." Arya muttered with tears in her eyes as they drove through the streets of New York heading towards their aunt's place. "Why are you being overly dramatic huh?" Mr Benson snapped. "Not just her baby, I noticed that both she and Ronald has been at the top of their emotions lately, they are easily moved to tears over the tiniest little thing," Mrs Benson chirped in.

I said. "Well then," he said. "Please enlighten me: what is your favorite film and book?" "Favorite film is Gone with The Wind, favorite book is Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy." He grimaced. "I half-expected the gushy romance part, but not the lack of happy endings," Adam said. ''Lack of happy endings?!'' I asked. "Says the man whose favorite book is The Art of War..." "I see your point." I leaned forward and pulled out the bag of breakfast that Mrs. Chandler had sent us.

“Ehem… Of course, I’m taking care of it. Anyway, this book what is this?” “Oh? This is the first part of the Primordial Body and Soul Cultivation Technique. Since this is just the first stage, it’s not too important at all. However, the main reason I’m showing this to you is to remind you about your mission all this time… You’ve made an oath with a book similar to this, right?” “R-right… Don’t worry, I will take care of this…” “Good! Now, I know that you have already reached the pinnacle stage of the technique. Is this why I can’t sense any more violent aura around you? We can continue with our sparring, right?”

What other response could she give to a face like that? “Here’s the world book! Let me know if you need anything else!” A thick book appeared in front of them. The cream hardcover shone like the surface of a pearl. The letters and edges appeared as though they were lined with gold foil. It was the most exquisite book she had ever laid eyes on, much less touch. What story could it possibly contain? 'My True Soulmate.’

I enjoy reading books as I listen to soothing music. My favorite book is your face. My favorite page is in your eyes. My favorite chapter is in your emotions. My ultimate pleasure in your smile as I listen to the music of your laughter. Forever my favorite book. It's called Dove. ~Humeyra HAMDAN'S P.O.V

Charles became Vice President of the company after Garrett's disappearance, and I do not regret the decision, he has done an amazing job. As president, CEO and owner, I am enjoying how much "Eldridge Books" is flourishing, not only in America but, also in England. I need to make these trips every so often, and it is good to return to the old country for myself, to refresh. I have moved my main store from London to Liverpool. I tried returning to London, but the memories of our life were too real, and everything kept hitting me like a truck, bringing me back to that horrendous night. I have found Liverpool more to my liking and regret never having visited before. I did not think it would happ

At her mother's words Zara's thought went back to what had happened earlier Thinking about it now, they was no way it could have been possible..........but it had been so real...... She stared at the book in the slightly open chest, like always it drew her like a moth attracted to a flame....... She'd found it on an old shelve where the tribes women kept their treasure, she'd taken it and none of them seemed to mind. She had read it for countless times since she was born and learned how to read but still she always felt like she had known those characters before....