Everyman's Library Novels & Stories

She was good. When she left, I went to my study room to read some books. I was an avid reader, especially about business, geography, and language. During my college days, I was a top student. Coming from a wealthy home did not stop me from taking my education seriously. Whenever I wanted to study something related to my field, I would read business textbooks like "The Intelligent Investor" by Benjamin Graham, "The Lean Startup" by Eric Ries, and biographies like "Steve Jobs" by Walter Isaacson, as well as books written by business leaders. In my spare time, I enjoyed reading about geography, fascinated by regions, landscapes, and the Earth's operations. I even learned maps for fun and could

He was dressed in a blue robe, and he was sitting in a chair, reading a book. "I love to read," I said. "Then, allow me to show you something special," the man said. He stood up and walked over to the shelves. He pulled a book off the shelf and handed it to me. The cover was a deep red, and it had gold lettering. It was titled "The Book of Dreams." "This book contains every story ever told," the man said. "Every fairy tale, every myth, every legend. It's all here, waiting for you to read it."

Did they just offend the wrong person? The elevator went directly to the 37th floor. Outside the president’s office, Wilson knocked on the door. Lucia heard a deep, cold voice from inside, full of magnetism, with a bit of majestic superiority which not all men possessed. “Come in " Just listening to this voice made people feel that the person inside wasn’t an easy person to deal with. Lucia was wondering if this man was also young like Mr Guenté. After all it is said that " birds of a feather, flock together."

he muttered and made his way inside the library, he was sure the girl didn't know who he was because just like the rest of them, she would have flirted with him Emiliano said a few charming words to the librarian lady because he took a few books and his due date for returning them had passed, and hence it was a crime, but he knew just what women like to hear even if they were young or older, they all fell for sweet words and compliments "Aww how lovely, don't worry I'll spare you on this one"the lady said with giggles and Emiliano smiled faintly as he shoved the books inside her little cabinet just as someone pushed him from behind

He leaned back against the counter, flipping the cover open. On the first page, written in bold, uneven handwriting, were the words: “A Secret Collection of Male Confessions.” Adam let out a quiet breath, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Confessions?” he murmured. “What kind of confessions…” He turned the page. The handwriting inside was rougher, heavier, different from one section to the next, like multiple voices trapped in ink. Different men. Different stories. His curiosity sharpened. He kept reading.

Whether I lived a day more or a day less, what difference did it make? I pushed open the apartment door. As expected, no one was home. This apartment belonged to Camelia. She asked me to move in since we were about to get engaged. Usually, she would have dinner ready by this hour. However, ever since Grayson returned, I had not seen her home before 10:00 pm. I glanced at my phone and realized it was my mother’s death anniversary tomorrow. … Camelia finally came back around 10:30 pm. She walked in, exhausted, and hugged me. The scent of wood lingered on her. That was not her perfume. It was another man’s cologne.

Edmund called it the floor. On Sunday mornings when we were at the family home the library had a particular quality. Eleanor at her desk with her current documentation project. Edmund on the floor with his notebooks spread in the pattern only he could navigate. Clara on the reading chair with something she had been meaning to read all week. Me with whatever the current board papers required, though they were fewer now. We did not always talk. Sometimes the library was four people in a room all working in the same quiet, which was a different thing from loneliness and the opposite of it.

I tried to make my point, keep my voice low. "Huh!" she grunted in frustration, or mockery, maybe. "Oh, good Lord, Amber! Don't you learn anything from what sister Elise taught us? Men are simple creatures, it's known. And they all are wired in the same way and if you find them oddly nice, it's because they want something. THE THING. It's also known," she hissed, gave me a quick glance on my breast. A filthy witch! "Mary!" "What?" "That's not so nice to assume about THAT, without even knowing him first. Not all men are created equal, this one is different. He is nice and gentle. He actually listens to me when nobody does."

So Eun wanted to ask for help, but everyone seems so busy to find their own, thus she decided to not disturb them. "I'm so tired", So Eun muttered to herself, frustrated and hopeless. She stared again at her sticky note, to verify the title and the author of the book. She decided to try one more time, with the same result. Annoyed, So Eun was about to give up when she saw a tall and handsome man walking towards her, pushing the book cart. With just one glance, she knew he is one of the librarians. He started to check book IDs one by one and put them back to their place.

She was also hidden in my backpack when I applied for the job in the local library, I always had a weak spot for the books and stories, when they took me I couldn’t be happier. My job was easy and simple, just help people buying their stories, cash them out, put the books back in place and finally I can read as much as I want. It was the best kind of job for me, I loved it and I got paid weekly, enough to eat, after my first paycheck, I had spent a full week starving,