Go-between Book Novels & Stories

It went from the first floor to the second floor, and the fragrance of books was strong. Every book had a division. When he was looking for books related to clothing design, when he passed by the technical section, he accidentally saw a book called "Nature of Pregnant Ten Month". Out of curiosity, he took it out and flipped through it.

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he said. Kai moved back a little but not fully the feeling between them was still there Strong Unspoken the car turned sharply onto a small road with trees on both sides It was dark and quiet Far away from the city lights After some time, Daniel slowed the car and stopped behind a building that looked old and empty The engine turned off Everything became quiet “We’re here,” Daniel said No one moved at first Kai looked at Ethan “We’re not done talking,” Kai said softly “I know,”

At the library entrance we go through the same door. He goes to the second floor. I go to the third. I sit at my corner table and I open my damp notes and I smooth the pages flat with my palm and I think about the words of course and how they sound in his voice and how I have now thought about those two words four separate times since Tuesday and that number is going to have to stop. My phone is face up on the table. I turn it face down. I open my laptop. I work.

Alex, holding a cup of tea on the porch, watched them with a peace she had once believed impossible. She had finally come home. And this time, so had Chester.... A slowly heating romance between Sande, and Daniel the famous billionaire Playboy was beginning to heat up. Will the romance turn out right between them or…?. Find out in book two of the series'.

Then they walked down the streets a few blocks until they reached the bookstore. The bell above the door chimed as Daniel pushed the door open. "Want me to help you find your books?" Nathan offered. "No, it's okay. You can go look around if you'd like." Daniel shook his head, then they separated. Nathan idly took out his phone and checked a few social media, responding to his friends' texts, while he waited for Daniel. Some minutes passed by, and he grew a little bored. So he decided to walk around. He fiddled and flipped through a couple of books while looking for Daniel.

He read every one. When he finished he closed the folder and sat with it for a moment. He said: These people were in the in-between place. She said: Yes. That is exactly the right way to describe it. He said: That is what the third book is about. The in-between. Not the crisis and not the after. The part where you do not know yet what the after looks like. She said: Yes. He said: I know that place. I was in it for three years. She said: I know you were. He said: It is a real place. People need to know it is a real place and that you can be in it for a long time without it being wrong. She said: That is what the book says. He said: Good. He pushed the folder back across the table. You should

and whispered, “Do you know you have the sexiest ass ever?” God, I wanted to throw my protractor at his face. I switched seats the next day. So here he was again, grinning at me like he was the second coming of Thor. “Gotta be more careful there, Goldilocks,” he said, flashing that damn smirk. “Yeah, thanks,” I muttered coldly, crouching down to gather my scattered books. He crouched too, reaching to help. “Here, let me —-” “NO” My voice was sharp, final. “I don’t need your help.”

The fifth book is us. Thirty-three years between the two entries. The distance between them was the building. He sat with this. The February fire crackled. The light through the window shifted as a cloud passed — the February sky was never stable, never settled, always moving between brightness and shadow. Don came to the study.

It was less than three feet away, meaning I had to reach across a precarious landscape of documents. “Got it,” I muttered, stretching my hand out. The book was heavy, positioned high, wedged tightly between two other journals. I had to stretch my fingers and lean my torso across the table, dangerously close to Igor’s space. Just grab the book. Just be professional. Just breathe. Don’t look at the space between us. Don’t think about how close his shoulder is, or the way the faint scent of his cologne is mixing with the scent of old paper and leather.