Ed Dowd Books Novels & Stories

The only thing I like about Gray’s office is that it’s filled with books. Big, thick books bound in leather, with gilt-edged pages, texts on war and military theory, encyclopedic tomes on world history, classic literature, poetry. But it’s not a library collected after a lifetime of reading. It is a library that has been purchased for show - Drew’s idea of which books should line the shelves of a military man’s office. He has a similar collection in his own office. Most of the books have never even been opened, eyes have never rested on their words, fingers have never caressed their pages. They are as untouched and virginal as nuns.

He had dark hair that was a tussled mess atop his head and sultry mocha brown eyes that usually left those of the female species very very speechless. Again every female let our either a groan or a whimper of pleasure. With strong long strides Mr. Dawson walked around his desk so that he was now standing behind it, he turned his briefcase around and took out a small pile of books and slammed them against the sturdy wooden desk. Immediately Maya jumped at the sound and looked towards his direction. She smiled at herself in embarrassment, she was lost in the world of literature and hadn't realized the professor had already arrived.

I walked over to the children's books area, I was thankful no one was around as I sat down in a beanbag after grabbing a few books to read. "Ella, stop slouching around and get to work" my manager yells at me, there was no one in the shop while I was sitting around here. I looked up to see a woman standing next to the register, I huffed angrily and put the book away before walking over to the nice looking lady. "Hi ma'am, how may I help you?" I ask the woman, she was only about five feet tall, with brown long hair and brown eyes. "Hello, I'm here for the new werewolf story" she says looking at me, I tried my best to hide under my own overgrown bangs.

Small Madam come and give me and my guys whisky abeg" said a customer who just walked in. I got up and left. After I finished attending to the customer, I went back to the spot my Father and I were having a conversation but he wasn't there. I saw a note on the plastic table. I knew he left if there so I took it. Before going home, I went into the bookstore close to our bar. I was well acquainted with the librarian so he let me borrow books at will. While I was preparing for my Senior Secondary school Examination, Layo and I studied in the Library. The library was dysfunctional to an extent. The books were few. You could study the whole books in the library in less than a year. I feel people

I immediately laughed, "Richard, unfortunately, I've got to go first." "Alright, let's talk another time." Richard watched as we got into the cars in front of us and left. At that moment, Dowen and I were sitting in the same car. Dowen had been my right-hand man for only a few years, so he had never met Richard before. However, Dowen had seen Richard's photos several times. Richard in the photo was high-spirited and full of desire for power. When Dowen saw Richard just now, he was shocked. It was because the Richard he had just met and the Richard in the photograph seemed like two very different men.

"So cold in here." While worried about being stuck here forever, I spot a pedicel in the center. I walk towards it, and up close, there is a book. Leather and looks worn out. This book is the size of a medical textbook. I know because my mom bought me a textbook about being a nurse for my eighth birthday. She wanted me to be a nurse. Instead of studying, I use the book as a stool or a cushion when I'm too short for high tables. I even used some pages to make a paper machete; my mom was so angry that instead of grounding me, I had to attend her book club meetings and listen to horny women and their book about a man named Pablo. Instead, I would be grounded for a month rather than get nightmar

He sat silently reading a book beneath the candle light, trying his hardest to ignore Dowson’s outrage. It was the book that intrigued me more than anything. It looked to be a text book of some sorts—something historical and full of knowledge. Most humans did not have access to artifacts like books. Not since the war, when those things were made unobtainable to us. I wondered what he was reading, and how he had gotten his hands on it. More importantly, why was Dowson working with a human when he had made such an effort to capture the very creatures. After a short time of sitting quietly at the table, Dowson shot up onto his restless feet and made for the door. “I’m going out to check.”

‘And you’ve not checked the others, yet, so just chill. I dropped the books I was clutching to my chest on the other box, as quick as the wind but also with gentility so I wouldn’t wrinkle any of them, and I examined the other contents of the opened one before me. As I hoped, they were all books written by April Dove.

He was almost to his bunkhouse before he could no longer hear the indignant ranch hand’s muffled outbursts over his interruption. He walked back into the bunk with his hands in his pockets and his shoulders shrugged. Even if she was cleaned up and dolled up considerably, there was no way that pretty little whore in the bunkhouse was the Paper Widow. The whore was a right pretty little thing, but she in no way possessed the aristocratic beauty of the Paper Widow.