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Hazel loved this place, its quietude a stark contrast to the bustling city outside. She navigated the labyrinthine aisles, her fingers tracing the spines of well-worn books, her mind already lost in the world of literature. Today, she was on a quest for a first edition of Jane Austen's "Pride and Prejudice," a rare treasure she'd been hunting for weeks.

Well, she isn't far from the truth. "Well, I will, in a way." This brings a satisfied smile to Ellie's face. "Then don't let me too far from you, Austin. Or you might just come running back." ______________________ Another Day The main door opens and a moment later, Ellie, who sits in the parlour reading Lovers and Gamblers by Jackie Collins, sees the butler come in carrying a pile of letters in both hands. She drops the book, paperback up, and goes to meet him.

Maybe I just wait here. Wait.. Wait.. Wait.. It's 10 p.m Elsa where are you? Suddenly I have the urge to go to Beverly Hills, I don't know why. My heart suddenly urging to go there. I quickly got in my car and drove there. As I get out from my car, I breathe the fresh rain scent. It's raining hard here before I came. I walked in and go to the highest floor where we used to put the padlocks. Elsa, where are you?

A place she had never seen. A place that existed in her mind through stolen books, old atlases, and travel journals left forgotten in the back shelves of the Blackwater library. The authors had described tides, salt air, and endless horizons as if they were ordinary things. Like anyone could wake up one morning and decide to go stand at the edge of the world. Elara had read those passages so many times that certain lines still lived in her memory. She thought about them that evening while sitting near the library fire with her sketchbook open on her knees.

Real materials meant for creating something worth keeping. He had them delivered directly to the bookstores reading corner. No flowers. No note asking to see her. Just a card, tucked inside one of the books: “For her Dreams-D” ********* When he stepped into the store later that week, the first thing he saw was Eliana. She was crouched by the reading corner, carefully stacking the new books in size order while a box of unopened coloured pencils sat beside her. Her wild curls bounced as she worked, completely absorbed.

Lyra About two months ago my friend Elsie that I met years ago in Italy sent me a book, In her words a naughty little treat. So while Maddox and the other men were outside training I decided to start reading; well holly fuck. She was not wrong, I have been reading for about two hours now and haven't moved off my bed. It definitely lives up to its name A Taste of Sin. I have never slept with a Fae, but boy I am more than curious. Makes me wonder about the author, Eliza Selmer. Bet she’s a naughty girl, the thought makes me laugh.

He looked so comfortable and relaxed and the desire to wake him was strong, but she needed time to herself as much as he needed the sleep. The main floor of the large flat had a homey feeling to it. It was very warm and inviting and Sandra found herself smiling as she went into the kitchen and fixed a cup of tea. The tranquility embraced her like a warm blanket and she quickly began to settle in. Taking a cheese Danish from a dish on the countertop, she made her way back into the living room, sitting on the sofa where she had made love with her husband the previous evening. She plugged her kindle into the adapter before finding the wall outlet and pulled the small brown throw from the foot o

Her fingers found one and she retrieved it titled We Were Liars. The edges were frail and worn from overuse, the smell of old paper suddenly filled her nose and she placed the book back. Her eyes scanned the shelf more and her eyes suddenly found a book. Gone girl by Gillian Flynn She suddenly remembered her mothers words, the first time they met “It was a classic gone girl all over again ” Emily retrieved the book immediately from the top shelf where it was hidden, it’s surface covered with dust and she wiped it clean with her hands. She opened it, the first page reading

No, I have read them all" she replied surprising her, there were about a dozens books she had read and they were quite big to finish in a couple of hours, how was she able to read them all in such a short period of time. "How?" "I have always loved reading books but was never given access to them, I read faster than anyone, you can call me a bookworm" Elaine winked at her. "Wow, okay. But you haven't read the book underneath your elbow, can I have that?" She requested. "No" Elaine refused. "Why?" "Because you need to rest again, your eyes are still puffy which means you haven't had enough sleep, I will read it all before I sleep and then notify you if I find anything important other than fir

Windsor appeared at seven, as she did every morning. "Will you be needing anything else, ma'am?" "No. Thank you, Mrs. Windsor." Elara finished her coffee and decided that today, she would read a book. Not a journal, not a warning from a dead woman. A real book. Something trashy and romantic and completely detached from her own life. “I deserve one day of peace at least.” --- The library was smaller than the one she'd met Alexander in. That one had been all dark wood and fireplaces and conversations about cover stories. This one was softer. The windows faced the gardens, and the morning light was golden and warm and poured across the reading chairs like honey.