Novel & Cerita Just Like Home Book

I tried to scrub in the shower until his scent left me, but no matter what I did, it just lingered around me… taunting me to go find him. To think about what he smelt like didn't sound very appealing, but somehow the smell of old books was. It was like a well-read book that kept you company or helped you through a tough time. It felt so homey to me that I wanted to wrap myself in his scent even more instead of trying to get rid of it.

Me and myself. I managed to pull myself up and reached for the pocket of the jacket I'm wearing. The book Justin gave, The First Born is inside. "You know, you really gave me a headache" I said looking at the book in my hands. Even after thinking about it on the diners and through my way home last night, I'm still confused and somewhat frustrated. I still can't believe what was written on this book. Still, I love the author, Priam, but his book this time is confusing.

Vida cleared her throat and said, "Books have been my company ever since I was a kid." "Really?" Colter said thoughtfully. "If chance permits, you will love the library we have at home." "You have your own library at home?" Vida was bewildered. Everytime she acquires new details about Colter, she could not help but think that he was loaded. A library at home? The way he talks like he's from a different time? His weird yet exquisite sense of fashion? This guy must be rich. Colter carefully picked up the topmost book on the pile, and read the back cover. "Yes, it's not much though," he muttered.

Julia The traffic picks up as we get further downtown, but it's still not long before Riley announces that we are home. Home, not his home, just home, and I am not sure what to make of it. This is his home, not ours... wait, this is the Royal Towers Hotel. It's one of the biggest buildings downtown and one of the most expensive. Only the richest of the rich stay here because of the stinkingly high price tag. What are we doing here? This can't be where he lives, surely.

Does that still qualify even if he didn’t use tools? He carries me along the balcony, allowing me to glance down at the floor below, but pauses. I glance at him, then look to the side, my eyes widening as I suddenly understand what Belle felt in Beauty and the Beast. Jartre sets me down and I push open the shutter doors to the most gorgeous home library. It’s not ostentatious like what the beast gave Belle, it’s much smaller, intimate, and cosy with a single couch and ottoman. The walls are lined floor to ceiling with books with a stunning view of the ocean, but the view is slightly obscured by the plants of the island, which casts a dim light over the room creating the perfect ambience for

~RIYA I couldn’t unsee the words from the book. I carried them in my head, in my heart—each syllable etched like flame across my mind. “The Moon will call her home…” But what did that mean? And where was home for someone like me? For hours after Thane left me in the library, I sat still with the ancient book cradled in my lap like it was a sacred relic. The more I read, the more I felt this quiet storm building inside me—soft, steady, inevitable.

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Thinking I would have at least a couple of days down time I agreed to a game of cards promising myself that I would spend all day tomorrow with my family. “Wicked.” Porter winked and I had a sudden moment of fear when I hoped this wasn't going to be strip poker before realising that that was unlikely given that I was the only woman. I shook my head and followed the guys up to the forth landing and into a larger, double sized cell that belonged to one of the guys with a wide bed a table and four chairs and more decorative items than I had seen in any other cell, it actually felt homey. “Who's room is this?” I asked following Jake and taking a seat beside him on the bed while I glanced around

The important thing is that we're together, and that we're a family. And at long last, we're all home. END OF BOOK SEVEN: THEIR WICKED WEDDING

It’s like something pressed into my skin and has decided not to leave. “You’re overthinking,” I mutter under my breath, shifting slightly against the couch. My apartment is quiet, Smaller than the shop, but also neater. Everything is where it’s supposed to be. The couch tucked under the window, curtains drawn halfway to block out the dark and a single lamp spills warm light across the room, soft and steady, wrapping everything in something familiar. It might be small but it’s Safe and it’s home. It’s always been home and my little safe haven, It’s supposed to feel safe. I drag the blanket higher, forcing my eyes back down to the book as I push down my fear concentrating on the book on my lap