Is On My Block A Book Novels & Stories

The rest of the page was blank There was nothing about their gifts and nothing in this book helped with unblocking Kris. The last book was the orange one and it was completely blank not a single letter was found in the book. I shook my head, even magic played games with me. I sat the orange book down thinking about going on a search of my own to see if this place was holding back on me when my eyes caught the giant red book in the middle of the table I didn't even hear it land on the table.

"You know about that?" "Yes," I confirm. "Ona told me that she needed to drop off a book before she left. Was it good? I'm really curious to know what kind of books you two have in common. Will you lend me one?" "Maybe..." she coughs again. "maybe later...I...I'm not done reading it." I nod. I'm sure it's probably just some silly ocean romance. "No rush, take your time." Carnelia's face slowly grows more crimson as she looks the other way.

I mumble to myself before climbing to my feet. I may as well kill some time looking for my book. I once again turn to my phone to Google any nearby bookstores. I don’t want to go too far. The plan is to wait for Ava to come out of work and accidentally run into her. Sure, it isn’t subtle, but I don’t really do subtle. According to my search, there is a book emporium down the street.

My phone buzzed—Noah. Not a call this time. A text. Did we do something wrong? My friend said your book might get taken down. My chest tightened. I typed back slowly, choosing words the way you choose steps on broken glass. We didn’t do anything wrong. Someone is trying to scare us. The book stays. You stay safe. He replied with a single emoji—🧠—then another: 🔒 He was locking himself into the part of the story the internet couldn’t access. I wanted to hug him so hard I broke the air.

_____ •Authors Note• Struggling with writer's block, I don’t want to ruin the book, so I will just go with the flow. Two chapters of updates will continue, hopefully, tomorrow. Love you guys.

Hey guys, its F.C Lawrence. If you've been religiously following this book you will realize that I've been posting short chapters on some days and the story line is shaking a little bit. This is just to explain that I've been having writer's block and my work is really eating my time but I will still upload every single day and get over this writer's block. I have a lot planned that's too happen. Thanks for sticking with me and I apologize for my behavior. Also please give me ratings. This book isn't growing because you aren't giving your ratings. I really want to know what you think about the book so far. Thank you so much guys!!!

Saoirse POV On Sunday afternoon I went to the bookstore on Cortelyou Road. I want to tell you why, because the why was not what a reasonable woman would have said if you had asked her on Sunday morning. The reasonable woman would have said *I needed to get out of the apartment.* She would have said *I needed to be in a place with strangers, with high ceilings, with the smell of new paperbacks, with the small ordinary public life of a Sunday in Brooklyn.* All of that would have been true.

"Keep it low on sugar unless you want to be haunted all evening." The driver chuckled and nodded. I watched them enter the car again, waving until the taillights faded. Chloe stepped beside me, her perfume soft in the breeze. "You’re spoiling them." She murmured. "Well, too bad, because I plan to spoil all three of you," I said, tapping her hand before turning back toward the building. _LYON'S POV_ Just a few blocks away from the company, tucked between a thrift store and a tiny florist, was a bookstore I visit frequently. It was one of the few places left where nobody expected anything from me — no titles, no deadlines, no judgment. Just shelves, books, and silence.

Hi there. I know that it’s been an incredibly long time since I have updated this book. If you haven’t already guessed I got a bit of writers block when it came to this story and I got started on other projects. So, I am going to do something here that I haven’t done before. I am going to let you lovely readers have a voice here. I would love to hear suggestions on where I should take the book from here. Nothing too in-depth. Just an idea that I can build on.

Was he listening to her right now? Wait. He was out of town. Maybe there was something she could do. She drove to the bookstores at Block 71 instead of his mansion. She searched for the elven woman from whom she had purchased the book. Her store was closed. Her closing time was earlier than most of the stores, said a vendor. She had to return in the morning.