Gl Book Novels & Stories

“do not read your own book—you might not like how it ends.” Glancing further up the case, the letter ‘G’ was carved in deeply. I scanned the books with my eyes and found myself reading the names that were painted on the spines of the books. Glenda Macon, Gregory Marsh, Gwyn Masters… Each book had a name embroidered on the spine. The books were all black, with names in a flat white. Very few books actually looked different from the others. The one named, Glenda Macon, had a rose with thorns dancing along the cover. I even noticed one that was a shade of slate grey.

They both have been searching through the shelves for a book he doesn't even know. " I am 💯 sure that the book is here. This was the last place Narcissa and I saw that book. Just keep searching " Glinda was convinced. After searching for hours, Glinda finally saw a heavy, old book with a black cover hiding in between many other books like it. She slipped it out and her eyes beamed. " Aha, here it is! " She exclaimed and Corbin dashed to her immediately. " Where is it? " He asked and Glinda waved it before him with a proud smile.