My Beloved Book Novels & Stories

She chuckled yet a sadness returned to her eyes; her face is like a picture book, no words needed. After arriving at the port in Split, we had a short drive to my favorite spot Dvor. I had only ever thought of bringing Beth here until now. The conversation flowed easily, but I couldn’t shake the sadness that escaped her earlier. “Henry thank you for bringing me here, this is probably the best dinner I’ve ever had. Do you have anything planned for after?” The nope in her voice that I’d say no.

I enjoy reading books as I listen to soothing music. My favorite book is your face. My favorite page is in your eyes. My favorite chapter is in your emotions. My ultimate pleasure in your smile as I listen to the music of your laughter. Forever my favorite book. It's called Dove. ~Humeyra HAMDAN'S P.O.V

I gaped at him. “You read her books!” “Read! I love them so much!” “Really?” Liam smiled like he had struck gold. “What’s your favourite?” “All! But I enjoyed the Pink Hearts and Sunshine series more. Daren and Phoebe’s love story is my favourite, but Cain and Debra are my favourite characters. And also The Malcolm Ladies series. I’ve read just the first book and fell in love.” I ranted, and the way he stared at me, listening to my words with rapt attention, warmed my heart. It’s been too long since I’ve had a book buddy, and Liam was reminding me how nice it was to discuss a book with others who loved it also.

I scanned the shelves, my eyes tracing the titles and covers in search of the perfect book to momentarily distract me from the reality of my mother's illness. A vibrant book cover caught my attention, a beautiful couple locked in a passionate embrace against a backdrop of rolling hills and a setting sun. "Love's Everlasting Promise" was emblazoned across the top in elegant script. I knew, in that moment, that this was the book that would temporarily fill the void in my heart.

He asks with something in his voice I can't quite identify. "You don't know." I say with a slight chuckle in my voice. "Just pick one." I watch idle as he sifts through all the books until he picks one. House of Earth and Blood by Sarah J Maas. "That is one of my favourite books. Although I might just be biased because I love her writing." I lean back in the chair with a satisfied look on my face. "What makes you love someone's writing?" He sits back in his chair and looks at me curiously.

Their souls seemed to transcend every barrier, reaching the she-wolf they She smiled faintly at them. This was something they would never possess. They held absolute power in their hands and lived in the lap of luxury, yet they could never again touch that warmth they once knew. Remorse would haunt them for the rest of their lives, plunging them into daily cycles of agony and relentless torment. They would never find happiness again. They had lost their love. They had lost Serena. For all the days of their lives, they would never again know a single moment of joy.

My darling, please pity your husband and come back home. I’m not scared anymore to tell you this. I love you, and I’ll prove it my whole life so you will believe it. Your husband, Samuel’

She admired the colours each one had and how each presented itself with a unique quirk. Noticing one that seemed to have worn off more than the rest she pulled it out of the rack. Flipping it over to see its cover she smiled at the title written in bold letters the words read Greensburrow. It was a children's book about a young boy and girl who arrived at an orphanage together and became good friends. The girl, Anna was an adventurous soul who would often get herself in trouble but had Eliot, the boy always there to save her.

Sending love and well wishes to you all xx A trail of water dripped behind Bellamy as he emerged from the shower, a towel hung loosely around his waist as he ruffled another towel through his now damp curls. “Whatcha reading gorgeous?” he nodded to Thea. Placing an intricately carved silver bookmark in between the pages, she placed her book down on the bedside table. Letting out a contented sigh, she stretched her arms and legs out on the bed. “It’s called ‘Her Fae Lovers’ by one of my favourite authors, Jane Knight.” A sleepy smile danced across her face as she dragged her eyes over Bellamy’s wet, exposed torso. Little pearls of water clung to his taught, tanned skin making him glisten unde

There were no clues whatsoever. And then something occurred to her. “Read it again,” she said. “Slowly.” “‘And find the ones they loved,’” he read, slowly, “‘beside the fourth tip of the cross.’” “Beside,” she said, her eyes lighting up. “What?” he asked. “It says beside the fourth tip of the cross. Not at the fourth tip of the cross. Beside it,” she said. They both suddenly, at the same time, turned and looked at the large, stone building beside them.