Hold Book Novels & Stories

Shaun said as he held my hand to the car. Another five minutes we parked in a small, brick shop with a faded red sign that read ‘Second Chance Bookstore.’ “Here we are,” Shaun said, getting out of the car and when I got out too, he held his hand out for the book. I gave it to him and we went inside.

He looked at the owner and gave him the book which the old man took. "I'll take this one. Pack this for me." The old man looked at the book and then at him with a small smile. "Sir, you can't purchase this book. As this is a library. You can borrow it for reading. If you want and pay only for rent." Edwin's forehead lightly creased to hear him. And after a little pause, he moved his one arm to bend and put it inside his jacket pocket to take out an expensive leather purse with a lion symbol.

And at its center—hopefully but nervously smiling—Adrian. He had on a dark, fitted coat and held in his hand a small, hand-stitched book. Elara moved towards him, her step quiet on the garden path. "What is this?" Adrian held out the book. "It's a journal. Yours." She blinked in confusion. "Mine?"

"I need to ask you about something." She sipped her tea, waiting. "I found a book. In the special section." He hesitated, then slid it onto the table between them—Fated Bonds: When Instinct Overrides Reason. The wolfskin cover gleamed dully under the café’s warm light. Alice’s brows lifted slightly, but she didn’t reach for it. "And?"

His hair was short with a little curl in it. "You got my book yet?" He asked very eagerly. His book order was late for the third time. But finally, it arrived. "Actually yes it is. It came in this morning. Let me go grab it." I walked to the storage room that I had them build in while I was renovating the place. Once I grabbed his book called The Host. I walked back in to see him aiming a gun at me. The book dropped out of my hands and I slowly put my hands up in the air.

and "In His Arms." It's a section on romance. It's the only section with books in hues of sultry reds and blushing pinks. I reach for 'In His Arms' and pull it out enough to see the cover. Longing twists my insides at the vision of a shapely man holding a brunette in his loving arms, as the title suggests. They're naked. Their flushed bodies were wrapped haphazardly in a white satin sheet. "Are you looking for anything in particular?" Kade calls from across the library.

I reached into my purse to grab my wallet when an old hand put his card down. “Use this,” His rough voice sounds like he smokes a lot of cigarettes. “Uh, thanks but I can manage,” I tell him politely. He shakes his head. “I insist on it. It’s every day you see such a young beauty like yourself buy books, most reads from their phones,” “I prefer holding my books,” He nodded. “As do I,” “Thanks,” I tell him as he walks with me to the door. “Ms. Lily, have you opened your gift?”

- a man holds an envelope in the hands of a librarian - A familiar name, and I have already heard a surname somewhere. Duk picks up the package and rips it open thoughtfully. The paper wrapper falls to the floor. Duk holds a book, reads the title - Living in Darkness. He looks at her for a couple of seconds and breaks into a sly smile.

I go the opposite way, painstakingly reading each and every title. “Callie!” Alice exclaims excitedly. “I think I found something.” I hurry over, seeing her pull a smaller black book off the shelf. There’s no title on this book, only a gold Baphomet overlaid on the leather. “The Book of the Beast,” I whisper, eyes lighting up. “I think you did find something.” She cracks the spine and I lean over, heart racing. And then the library doors open and close with a boom, echoing throughout the entire room. Alice and I both jump, and she quickly shoves the book into her cloak.

“Mondrian’s bond with you strengthens all of us.” I didn’t believe him. His tone was too odd—desperate even. But before I could press him further, his expression shifted. “Found something,” he said, holding up a thick, leather-bound book. Immediately my suspicions were thrown out the window as I dived for the book, excitement fueling my being as it read: History of Blessed Wolves—white and Black.