My One And Only Book Novels & Stories

What if the person who put the picture there and the owner of the voice are one? What if. Hestia took the photo and placed it sneakily inside the pages of the book— ‘THE PHILIPPINES IS NOT A SMALL COUNTRY’’ by Gideon Lacso. Picking out a couple of other books, she walked towards the librarian and asked if she could borrow them. The librarian went to check them in the system– whether they have other copies or if it is the only one they have. The other two books have other copies in the system, and some are present in the library. However, ‘THE PHILIPPINES IS NOT A SMALL COUNTRY’ by Gideon Lacso— is an only copy, and upon the policy of the library: a book that has no copy and is an only existi

Thank you so much for clicking on my book and following me through this journey. I’m so grateful. Please don’t forget to check out my other book Married But Single. I bet you’d love it even better. A brief Synopsis of the book below: "Mum, I can't marry him!" She exclaimed. "Didn't you see the way he looked at me the last time we had a meeting about this? He looked at me with disgust! That guy can never love me, mum."

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Once I was settled, I looked at the title again: *If Only He Loved Me*. I pressed my hand against the cover, then brought the book to my chest and closed my eyes. It is strange how a book title, a song, or just a few words can send you back through time, is it not? Sometimes the memories are good. Sometimes they are ones you wish you could erase. I let out a long breath, opening my eyes and pushing the past away. That was when something near the fireplace caught my eye. **************** Raymond's Pov

Chey picks up once again and she turns to eye him. "Don't be obvious..." I whisper. "Well, he's obviously creeping so I might be." She shrugs. We grab the shirts and move along, and the man remains staring off into space by the men's shirts. We make our way over to the bookshelves, still guarded, but enthralled at the mark downs on the paper backs. Chey and I have similar tastes so we each take a couple that we both were eyeing, knowing that we will switch off after we've read them. A particular vampire thriller catches my eye, and I grab it last second.

Technically, the bar wasn’t even open in the middle of the afternoon, but since she owned the place, it didn’t really matter. "I’m not getting married anymore." I poured myself a full glass and downed it in one go. The burn of alcohol seared down my throat, and for a moment, my mind wavered. "Whoa, look at you. Such a rebel." Rebel? What did that even mean? "I saw his old chat logs with his friends." I stared at the ice cubes in my glass. The bar’s lights weren’t fully on yet, just the soft glow from the counter reflecting off the amber liquid, rippling like melted gold.

I will love you and only you for as long as I live. I give my heart to you, only you. And no matter what happens, I will never take it back. I don't want you to be uncertain about our future or be insecure. You are the only one I want to kiss, the only one I want to make love to, the only one I want to bear my children and the only one I want to be beside me until the end of my life.

Raze said wiping her tears again. “Hey, sorry to bother you two,” Daemon said coming into the room. “Speaking of the devil,” Raze chuckled making her giggle. Daemon looked at them confused then shook his head, “Anyway, um, Little One ate five chicken nuggets and some fries and drank all her apple juice. Can she have that ice cream now?” “Chocolate chip cookie dough?” Raze asked and Daemon smirked. “Oh, she’s why that’s the only flavor you will eat,” He chuckled. “Go figure.”

At least there, I can have peace. When I arrived at the garden, I felt the peace hugging me. 'Finally.' Away from those stabbing gazes, away from that annoying expression of Rosine, away from that indifferent male lead. Amongst the books I brought with me, there's one with an inconspicuous book with a simple red cover. "From One Space to Another" is the title of the book. It is a romance story about a girl who can teleport from one place to another and a boy who was from another parallel universe.

This' where the meeting would be held. The small library at the wall is stocked with a few interesting books to use and pass some time. I pick up a book that attracts my attention, from a glimpse of it, I detect that it's a romance fantasy. The gold and red combination of the cover with the stylish golden fonts captivates me, the front has a young girl holding on her palms what looks like a magical spindle, with a glowing light around it. The title goes, "When you're alone." A subscript writes, "A supermodel story of the girl who single handedly achieves the most difficult goals."