Novel & Cerita Noname's Book Club

Julian's head comes up from the ledger fast. "Her." He repeats it like the word costs something. "You're certain." "The signature line." Cassian nods toward the torn parchment on the desk. "No surname. Just the title." Ronan pushes off the doorframe, lighter finally still in his palm, humor draining out of his face fast enough that the shift is almost physical, like watching a light switch off behind his eyes. "A woman took our whole mountain range in one move and didn't bother leaving a name." He says it slow, turning the fact over like it's sharper than it should be.

Rows upon rows of towering shelves stretched endlessly into the distance. Yet every shelf remained empty. No books. No scrolls. Only small brass nameplates. Each carried a single title. The Story of Hope The Last Kingdom The Forgotten Sea The Child Who Remembered Tomorrow Thousands... Millions... Perhaps infinite titles. Every shelf was waiting. Waiting to be filled. The First Reader stepped inside first. His footsteps echoed across the polished stone floor. His eyes widened with disbelief. "I've searched for this place my entire life..." "...and it was never hidden." The gray-coated man followed quietly.

THE END? Not if you dive into Mercedes’ other books: Nameless: The Darkness Comes—Luna Masterson sees demons. She has been dealing with the demonic all her life, so when her brother gets tangled up with a demon named Sparkles, ‘Luna the Lunatic’ rolls in on her motorcycle to save the day. Armed with the ability to harm demons, her scathing sarcasm, and a hefty chip on her shoulder, Luna gathers the most unusual of allies, teaming up with a green-eyed heroin addict and a snarky demon ‘of some import.’ After all, outcasts of a feather should stick together . . . even until the end.

He lets out a frustrated sound and tips his head back, his lips moving dramatically as he silently prays for strength to deal with me. I've seen that look enough to know what it is. "Only the first night of book club is at the store. We take turns rotating every week to people's houses. They took pity on us and let us do it together." He says, showing me his sheet of paper showing what week people signed up for. I have one as well, but I just folded it and shoved it into my book not realizing what it was. "Shit, so what does that even mean?" I ask and Everett shrugs.

About your name. Your name. Adaeze had sat with those two words in the way she sat with things that required more than surface consideration. Your name. On a book. On a book that contained the honest specific account of the most difficult year of her life. On a book that named — not always by name, but in ways that were specific enough that people who knew them would recognise — real people. Her husband. Her children, in their way. Her friend. Her mother in law. The woman in the coffee shop who had apologised across a small table in a neutral part of town.

It was cold and had rained for days; there weren't many leaves left. "You're bored?" He asked suddenly. "It's okay." "This isn't a prison; you can tell the truth." The man closed the book in his hand and said indifferently. "You can also ask questions or make requests. I will respond according to the situation. I'll skip what cannot be mentioned, and I won't suspect you of spying." Lin Yilan was stunned for a moment, then followed his advice and asked, "What book are you reading?" He showed the cover—a scholarly work banned by the Empire.

Nanny Rita pats Cela's shoulder as if telling her to just bear with Joyce. "She hasn't changed," Cela whispered. The long table is adorned with beautiful flowers and all the fine dishes are out. The foods look even more delicious with the classy setting that resembles that of a wedding reception long table. The guests are amazed and flattered with such accommodation. Rolan introduced Cela to the guests. "If you don't know yet, my sister is a writer. Romantic story is her forte and so far she has two books under the name 'Nameless'."

As I perused the books, I could feel Aidan’s gaze on me. The shop, much like the one downstairs, boasted an impressive selection. These were books to be enjoyed in the coffee lounge, not purchased or taken home. A smile tugged at my lips as I reached the romance novel section. So, Well Thumbed had these too. I wondered if they had hidden gems, perhaps something I hadn’t read or that Uncle Alex’s book club, Bound To Please, hadn’t discovered yet.

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Naomi's POV Its been a few days since the Amber incident and she hasn't approached me since. I guess the warning Riley gave her worked. I was still a bit down because I didn't get the books wanted Saturday. All the book groups are still buzzing about the books, some people even start getting ther books already. While I had nothing to look forward to. And nothing new to read. To cheer myself up I decided to go to the bookstore down the road, even its run by an old lady she tries her best to keep up with the latest stories and the most popular one while still having all the classics available.