For What It's Worth Book Novels & Stories

"Honestly, it’s no trouble at all. It wasn't exactly a blow to the budget. The campus bookstore had a clearance bin, so I snagged it for about a credit and a half." The warm smile on Patricia’s face turned into a frozen mask of secondary embarrassment. I could practically see the gears turning in her head. It wasn't that the book was inexpensive—it was the fact that I had just admitted to buying the most powerful Alpha in the Kingdom of Valeria a 'peace offering' that cost less than a cup of cafeteria coffee. To make matters worse, I was standing there bragging about what a bargain it was.

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But his tone wasn’t accusing. Just observational. “Rare things often draw attention.” I nodded. “They already have.” “I imagine they will continue to.” His voice remained calm. “Some people will talk.” His gaze sharpened slightly. “Sometimes from fear.” “Sometimes from jealousy.” He paused. “But rarity is not the same thing as wrong.” The words settled heavily in the quiet room. “The most important measure of your worth,” he continued gently, “is not what others decide to say about you.” His grey eyes held mine steadily.

How wonderful he has these. But i wonder if he's watering them accurately? Or just a display here, useful until death. Meh. My feet led me next to his shelf, there are many books there, the sections were full. Oh i remember he's a man who believes in the credibility of a book, especially if it is written in a style that suits his taste. The law stuff, firm management, social studies, sales tax and any other business-related concepts. "I wonder..." I took out a single book in a hardbound, it has gold letterings in its cover that says the title: A Wise Tycoon.

“I’m telling you he isn’t worth them. There’s a difference.” I wanted to argue with that. I went looking for the argument and couldn’t find one because he wasn’t wrong and that was the thing about Damien Voss that I was already starting to find exhausting. He was very rarely wrong. I walked out of the kitchen with my coffee and didn’t say anything else. ***

“Maybe. But if someone’s trying to bury this story, it means there’s still something alive underneath it.” Nora exhaled. “God, you’re impossible.” “Yeah,” Caleb said, sliding the paper back to her. “But that’s what makes you good.” Aria folded the note again, slipping it into her pocket. Her coffee had gone cold, but her decision hadn’t. “Then I guess it’s time to find out who still wants me quiet.” The air inside Valente’s headquarters was heavy with the scent of money, steel, and loyalty bought in blood. The building was disguised as a logistics firm on the East River. Rows of cargo manifests and shipping schedules on every desk, but behind the locked glass doors, the real business thrived

Michael replied. "You know, Michael," Savannah said with a smile, "this is an awfully bad time to be having a conversation about books and its purpose in a room. Like Clark said, books add value to a room. Not only does it add value to a room, it also adds beauty to it. Do you think all the books stored in the shelves of great men were read by them? Or do you believe that the American scientist, Thomas Alva Edison made one thousand unsuccessful attempts at inventing the light bulb?" Michael grinned and looked as if he might have awakened some quip or witty form of Savannah he had not noticed earlier.

Winona saw her off, her eyes flickering with contempt. "You—" She wanted to say something, but Yvonne was already out of range. I turned back and looked at Winona. "There's nothing to talk about. You're just going to make it all about you. Like how life's unfair to you, and how you were forced into a cruel position, and how you never meant any harm. "I'm a busy man, Winona. I don't have time for your worthless chatter. Leave." Winona couldn't believe it. She wasn't expecting me to be so straightforward. She grabbed the edges of my office door, her eyes filled with agony. "Do you really not care about me, Nathaniel?"

"You should be embarrassed to call that a gift! I've never ever seen such a cheap gift in my life!" She kept waving the book in her hand as she spoke. "Cheap? I gave you a practice book to help you increase your knowledge. Isn't that a good thing? Don't you know that knowledge is the most precious wealth there is? It's so much better than those useless bags and shoes you have." Francine gritted her teeth and scoffed. "I wouldn't be this p*ssed if you didn't give me a practice book meant for elementary school kids!" "Well… I was kinda worried you wouldn't be able to do the practice question if I gave you any higher than that."