Old Books To Read Novels & Stories

"Well, sometimes I watch T.V. I like, well, love to read. So I do that a lot when I'm alone." "Like what? Romance, crime thrillers?" I shrugged. "Sometimes. I really like the classics. Jane Austen, the Bronte sisters, George Elliot (who was a woman, by the way). I also like the Russians, like Tolstoy and Dostoevsky. 'War and Peace' is amazing." "You've read 'War and Peace'?" "Yeah, twice. It's excellent." I cocked my head. "How about you, what do you like to read?"

She learned nothing new from books dating back to the 19th century at the oldest. She found the book she wanted not in a library. It was crammed in piles of one of the Block 71’s book vendors. A dilapidated book–with pages torn–containing ancient tales. The bookseller elf, in a gown, asked for a book so thin a price that nearly forced her soul out of her body. “A dirty secret vampires don’t want to see another daylight,” she laughed.

Not that I was expecting anyone to be there seeing that it was late but at times, one can't be too sure especially on some things. ''Now, let's see what Remus and his pack reads.'' I murmured, walking towards a shelf of old books. I picked one up and immediately, the title caught my attention. It was about old magic of kings, queens and demons and somehow, I had a feeling that I ought to read that book. I didn't know what drew me in but soon, I found myself reading the book.

Just then, an idea hit Azalea's thinking the moment she saw some stacks of very old books in another separated session. They were arranged from the floor all the way to the top, that it even looked so discouraging to pick a book from there. They were like books that had stayed for too in the library, and were not also easy to get rid of because of its ancient knowledge. Not really anything of interest to the new generation. "I think we might probably find something relating to witches there," Azalea nudged Ayden who was lost, looking at other books that also seemed to catch his interest.

Emma said, walking deep into the living room. "Thanks." She walked to a set of shelves on the far side of the room, running her fingers over the spines of his books. A lot of them were classics, novels by Dickens, Voltaire, Dumas, Melville, and Hemingway. She smiled when her fingers ran over the spine of not one, but three copies of Mitchell's Gone with the Wind. There were modern novels, too, including Stephen King and Sidney Sheldon, but they didn't look as well read as some of the others.

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And due to the ‘Bloody Birthday’—yes, I am giving my trauma book titles, deal with it— all the animals are dead and our funds are slowly drying up, so this old place is looking like the only option we have left as a means of getting money to survive this coming Winter. The bell overhead sings as we enter and instantly a heady warmth envelopes me. I’m instantly reminded of spending my childhood darting through the voluminous collection of books from history to the dirtiest romances that would make a hooker cover her pearls— those were my mother’s favorites. I strip off my jacket, Becca following after me as we enter deeper into the store. Shelves made of old dark timbre, high-back chairs that

I laid back onto the chair and began to read, “In an ancient village, lying in between two majestic mountains…” ~*~*~*~ I had been reading for a while and lost track of time very quickly. Two things were certain: the moon was already up in the sky and I was reading a chapter titled Ye Love of Old. This book told stories about the legends of our realm. Mother has always told me stories before I would go to bed. I didn’t know they were this well-known and even studied by the wisest people that came and went.

My father wasn’t much of a reader, which made the sheer number of books suspicious in itself. I started at the first shelf, running my fingers along the spines. Most of the books here were generic—ledgers, accounting books, and legal texts. Nothing unusual. But as I moved to the second shelf, I noticed a shift. The titles here were different. The spines were older, the leather worn and cracked. These weren’t the typical records or reference books I’d expected. They were about ancient history—about the moon and the origins of the first wolves. Many of them have some kind of ancient language that even I find hard to read.

Theo’s POV I run my fingers along the leather spines of the ancient tomes, feeling the bumps and scratches carved by centuries of use. Most of these books haven’t been touched in years. Their bindings crackle softly under my touch, and the scent of old parchment clings to the air—earthy, musty, and somehow comforting.