Go-between Book Novels & Stories

If this was a trap, better one of us fall than both. He'd argued. Of course he'd argued. But in the end, he understood. Some doors only open for one person. The bookstore was called "Between the Pages." A narrow storefront on a quiet street, windows fogged with salt air, a hand-painted sign creaking in the wind. I stood across the street for ten minutes, watching. Trying to see if this was real or another layer of the game. Then I crossed and pushed open the door. --- The bell above the door chimed softly.

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“We will divide the book into two parts and I'll go through half while you go through the other half. She replied. “That's a sound suggestion.” I replied but how would we divide it at all?” I asked. “Just watch.” She said as she dropped the book in between us and flipped it until she had reached the end then she divided the number of pages without tearing the book and handed half of it to me. “ That is your portion and this is mine.” She said as she began flipping through them. “You said his name is Bolton right?” She asked. “Yes,” I replied. “That's his name.”

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.

And blew me a kiss. Bitch. ************************ First period was Calculus, which usually meant blessed silence. Mr. Greaves was ancient and hated noise as much as I did. I slid into my seat at the back, ignored the snickering from the hockey twins up front, and focused on not crying into my binder. I kept touching my face—checking for smudges, stray makeup, anything that might make me more of a target than I already was. No one spoke to me. They never did.

After scanning his face, the elevators took them up to the 16th floor. "What do you think about this unit?" asked Xander nervously after opening the door. Josie usually knew how to act adorable by widening her eyes, but this time, she did it genuinely. What did she think about it, he asked? It was perfect! North–south facing, four bedrooms, two living rooms, two bathrooms, plus a nanny's room… The balcony was facing the river… Even the breeze carried an intoxicating, decadent air… Josie smiled. She knew that returning to the country was the right choice.

I took a step out of my doorway to look down the hallway and my foot collided with something hard that was on the floor. "Oww Oww Oww," I yelped in pain. My poor baby toe I want to howl but I know better so I bite down on my lip as I let out a soft cry and begin to hop on one foot. I look down to see what assaulted my toe and to my surprise, it's a huge book. The book has a black leather cover and on the center of the cover, there is a glass bulging bubble that's filled with some kind of red liquid.

It was Jax who let his guard down over books. I smiled. I remembered the lavish life I got to visit when I was younger. But out here, none of us really knew how to read. Not well anyway. We had codes made up. But we couldn’t read books like Aspen had always had. We couldn’t read that version of written language. We had never been taught or had the resources to teach ourselves. “You don’t have books?” S looked horrified. “Then how do you know what side you’re on is the right side?”

The divorce papers were placed on the table between us, it was a white paper, a black ink and final words. I looked at my name printed neatly at the bottom of the page ‘Ava Blackwood’ and felt an odd sense of separation like I was looking at someone else’s life ending instead of my own.

"You left it right at the best part. “The desk scene." I froze near the door. My face was on fire. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to leave it. Please, I'll just take it and go." I walked toward him, my knees feeling unsteady. He didn't hand it back. He waited until I was inches away, then he stepped into my space and backed me up against the edge of the table. He was so close I could feel the heat coming off his body. "You were staring at me during the meeting, Jade," he said, his voice dropping low. He held the book up between us. "Tell me. Were you picturing me doing what he does?"