Find That Book Title Novels & Stories

Elsie says. "I'm going home?" I choke out, clutching my sore throat. "Yes. But you aren't going alone," Oberan says. "I'm coming, as well as Lauralie and Levi," Declan says, giving my hand a squeeze. Just then, Jesse bursted into the room with a book in his hand, waving it around. "I found it!" he yells. There is a collective sigh of relief that fills the room, and I didn't understand what was going on.

He sat back upright, taking the piece of paper from my hand as he carefully studied the title. "Do you have a picture of what it looks like?" I nodded, whipping the picture out of my screenshot folder. Rowan nodded. "I think I know where you can find this book, we can go together after work tomorrow." "No." I exclaimed. "Just let me know where I can find it." "Okay, I'll text it to you." Just then, my phone buzzed in my hand. The caller ID flashing in both our faces. I panicked. Dane Davenport.

I said, and Rick nodded as he walked to the center of the room and dropped into a chair. My fingers glide along the books as I read their titles. I pull one out, glance at the first few pages, and then slip it back into its place before continuing. “Hmmm,” I hummed as I squatted to see the books at the bottom. My fingers glide along the books, and my heart stops when I read one of the titles, “How to Reject a Mate and the Consequences that Follow.” Slowly, I pulled the book from its slot and flipped through a few pages.

I shake my head, waving the thoughts away to concentrate but they keep crawling back. I flip to a new page to get this done with but surprisingly it's blank. My brows pull. That's odd. A blank page in the middle of a book. I had found it weird that the book was without a title when I picked it absentmindedly. I bring the book forward to my face, squinting my eyes to see if there's any secret message but there is nothing. I guess it's useless. I exhale loudly and make to snap the book shut but the sharp end prick my finger.

Or maybe I am just captivated by his every move. We walked into this beautiful hall. The lights are dimmed, with warm white uplighting. There are about ten round tables outlining the dance floor. There is a small table to the left with a huge beautiful sign that reads “Find Your Seat” with little folded gold paper with Black writing. To the right there is a table with cheese, lots of cheese and crackers. There were all different kinds of deli meats. It is a giant Charcuterie board. I am in awe looking around. Each table has a Black table cloth with a gold table runner. Each chair is wrapped in black and gold. There is a white flower arrangement in the center of each table with candle

I look at the book in front of me titled " we are more than friends " Weird title, its more weird that she have it to me. I look in her direction to catch her staring at me. She smiled at me again. With my lips in a thin line, I turn the first page of the book. " there you are psycho!! " I heard after the book in my hands was snatched away from me. I looked up to meet a very furious looking Alex. Oops I must have over read and forgotten the time. " hey " I said and I stood up from the floor and dusted my skirt before looking back at Alex again.

“Right. So, are we gonna make a title right now?” “Wait, mind telling me what is that book you are reading?” He flash a little grin on his face before scratching the back of his ear. “It’s nothing. Just a book I wanted to read a long long time ago but I haven’t got the chance to find one in the bookstore.” I flip the cover page and saw the very familiar book cover so I chuckled. “You haven’t found one? Glad I bought one last Friday. My friend recommended it to me before!” “You read Looking for Alaska?”

Joana found a large blue book one day titled ‘the council of five.’ She didn’t know if it was the right one, but she hoped it would be as she felt her eyes were going to fall out any moment over the countless number of texts she had to read for the past few months before she was able to find this one.

I whisper to myself. I dig through drawers and closets, even suitcases. Nothing, I find not a single thing. I stare in defeat at a built-in bookshelf. I scan the books, wondering if he owns all of them or if they came with the room. An unwelcome urge draws me to one in particular. Unable to tear myself away from it, I remove it from the shelf. I rub my fingers over the soft leather binding, fanning out the yellowed pages before opening it to the first page. The title page reads The Travors Bloodline.

When she came back, she found Cela sitting beside a big balikbayan box looking disappointed. "You found them," Nanny Rita said. "So they bought a lot of copies of my book," Cela said in a dismayed tone. "They were very supportive especially your mother," Nanny Rita explained. "How about the second book?" Cela asked. Nanny Rita sighed. She knows her too well so she's careful with her words. "I am not sure if your brother already ordered but he has plans," she answered. Cela remains disappointed.