Lush Books Novels & Stories

“Do I need to explain how not everything you read is true?” “It was an old textbook, not a mythical creatures website some sweaty fat dude runs out of his mother’s basement.” “Nice visual.” “I try to keep it real.” “You don’t want to go back to Thorne Hill yet?” Lucas asks. “Oh, I do. I miss it, but I don’t want to cause any trouble. Well, any more trouble.” I want to look through my Book of Shadow, which I left hidden in a magically locked box in my bedroom. It belonged to another witch before her death, and Tabatha gave it to me since I didn’t come from a long line of witches who had books to pass down generation to generation.

Harmless. “There she is!” I say, vaulting over the counter. “My favorite donor slash bookstore angel.” Libby laughs. “I found these while packing. Thought you might want them.” “You thought correctly,” I say, taking the boxes. “You’re basically funding our entire inventory.” She glances between me and Luca. “Why do you both look like someone died?” Luca says nothing. Smart man. I grin wider. “We were having a deeply philosophical debate about shelving.”

I teased, trying to keep things light. “Only the ones who don’t treat the library like a study hall for gossip.” I heard him shift, probably leaning on the opposite shelf. “You’re different, Lila. You actually read the books.” Heat rose to my face. Good thing he couldn’t see me blushing. “Thanks. Coming from you, that means something. You always seem so focused. Like nothing bothers you.” He was quiet for a moment. “Quiet doesn’t mean unbothered. Just good at hiding it.”

Like a precious lost treasure, she held the book in her hands with the inscription "The Book of the Banshees" etched like gold on the cover. Evelyn's eyes were trained on the book, lost in the sight of it like an invisible specter tethering her thoughts and focus to one single point.

"However, I believe frauds will always get caught. She will slip up soon enough." Speaking of the Riggs family, Lily suddenly remembered something. "By the way, the 'secret handbook' you prepared for Heather won't drive her insane, would it?" "That's a meditation book. How can it drive anyone insane?" Alexander shook his head helplessly and chuckled. "A meditation book? Did she not see through it?" With Heather's reputation as a kickboxer, there was no way she would not have known the difference between a meditation book and a kickboxing handbook.

Luuk had a knack for making him lose his composure. " Describe your typical daily mood. Is your mood like a roller coaster, or is it pretty steady?" Mr Anderson continued. He refused to give up. "Steady." Luuk played with the corners of the book he grabbed from the table. The title read "Journey through space" a book written by " Adrian Whitehead" a popular adventurer in the space world. There was a rumor that only 3 of the books were printed, it is a rare book! And there's one casually lying on Ruben’s desk.

Master Buckins muttered, furrowing his brow in distaste, “Well of course we do, did you now here the count of books I told you we possessed?” “Would you mind getting some to speak about those?” Rex added, winking at Lacey while Master Buckins was looking at shelves muttering. “I do not think I would like to deviate from the current lesson plan” Master Buckins responded, straightening his posture, turning back to Rex and Lacey. “I understand master librarian, you do not wish to show us something you do not have” Lacey added in sneakily. “Something we do not possess, young lady, I could show you over 30 books on creatures you would never hear or know about that reside in this library!” Master

Lily thought for a moment and then said, "I'd like to buy some books." "Alright." The bookstore was bustling on the weekend, packed to the brim. Lily patiently sifted through the shelves for the books she wanted, while Julian grew restless in such places. He couldn't help but say, "Let's go. Whatever books you want, I can have them delivered to our house." "Just a little longer, I'm almost done," Lily spoke softly. Unable to argue with her, Julian listlessly picked up a book from the bestseller shelf and began flipping through it. It was a cookbook on how to DIY various desserts at home, and it suddenly piqued his interest, absorbing him completely.

The Lodge and its recent renovation was just one example; it had been the awe and subject of admiration for many of the challengers and rival packs that had come to the Sacred Call. She muttered some curse against computers and returned to her binder, making no comment when she grabbed one of the extra battery-lamps I brought down and set it next to the binder for better light. “Ready?” She asked, not looking at me. She adjusted her glasses, pushing them further down her nose. They looked in danger of slipping off. “Yes ma’am.” “Ashland’s history of African packs?” “Check.” “Asyriad’s chronicles of Australian packs?” “Yes.” And book by book, leather folio by leather folio, we took inventory.