G L Lambert Books Novels & Stories

She tried to write but the only line she could manage was 'you can't destroy me because I destroy myself'. She groaned aloud in her room as she crumpled up the paper and chucked it across her bedroom. She slammed her head down against her desk, letting it rest there with her eyes shut. She couldn't even write anymore because every time she tried to, she would be reminded that all of those personal and private letters she had wrote for herself, they weren't just for herself. She was left like an open and vulnerable book for Leo to secretly be reading.

said the driver. When Mr. Lambert stood at the bottom of the steps of the white house, a sarcastic smile came over his face. The Bennett house was nothing compared to the power of the Lamberts. It was a shame that everything was going to end in just a second because in the same way that Mr. Lambert had unhesitatingly given them the money they needed to stay on their feet, in the same way he hoped that all of this would be returned, by hook or by crook.

"I want to. I'm conserving one of his right now, called Lady Percival. I was hoping to find out a little more about the provenance on her. She's had some heat damage, and it's melted the lacquer over the title of the book she's holding. I really want to know what that book is. Like a secret I need to discover." "Yay!" She clapped and did a little bounce. "It's his birthday exhibit,” I pretended to count on my fingers. "Let's see, Sir Tristan would be two hundred twenty-eight?" "Two hundred twenty-seven, to be exact." Gabrielle was deep into her dissertation on Romanticist painter Tristan Mallerton, so when there was anything doing with him she was first in line with tickets. "Okay, off by on

It wasn't until she noticed the strange book tucked away in the corner that she was able to distract herself from her thoughts. "I almost missed one," she whispered. As she walked over to it, she noticed that its cover was worn, and it seemed to emit a faint glow that caught her attention. Maybe it's how the moon perfectly acted as its own spotlight that made it seem so glowy, but it's not just that. She somehow felt a little hint of amusement as she stared at it. As she approached the book, she saw the shinny title written on it, Lunaria, and she couldn't help but be intrigued. The moonlight shining down on the pages illuminated the words in a way that made them seem to come alive.

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The world was vast, and danger could lurk in the most unexpected places. That afternoon, Lune decided to visit the library. It was a quiet refuge where she could dive into her studies without the distractions of socializing. As she walked through the aisles of books, she found solace in the printed pages and the scent of old paper. She became lost in her work, immersing herself in history and literature, desperately trying to fill her mind with knowledge and ambition.

Gabby's eyes darted around. "What?" "Would.You.Like.Another.Book.Eleanor?" Eleanor watched Gabby look around and looked around herself. Were they being watched? "Wh... I... Uhm... Sure." Gabby left and came back a while later with a big book titled, 'THE LEGENDS OF BIGFOOT"

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I pee a lot, and smelling and seeing things that are sensitive to my body makes me puke. "Liam, just leave the poor girl alone." Sydney stepped in and pressed those breasts of hers on Liam's arm. "Come on. The book is a room. So we are going to have loads of fun." Loads of fun, indeed. "Just give me a minute," Liam brushed Sydney off, making her pout. "Lily, are you okay?" I scoffed.