Our Shared Shelf Novels & Stories

Kelly deserved that much. “Another two companies on the eastern ridge,” I said, tapping the parchment. “We can’t leave the river crossing exposed.” Kelly stopped mid-stride, rubbed the back of his neck. “You really think the southern packs will stay neutral forever? One whisper from their alphas and—” The door creaked open. Sharon poked her head inside, cheeks flushed, eyes glittering like she’d just won a war single-handed. My heart gave a stupid, eager thud. She looked alive, dangerously alive.

Ponjie already looked bored so he found a table and decided to rest. “Of course, it is.” The butler said proudly. “Although the academy has massive resources for students, the library in the facility is much more comprehensive and filled with a lot of real-life cases that the Elites have experienced. We call this place, ‘Bibliothèque Blanche’. You’re not allowed to read anything in this, though. You are not qualified yet.” “Then what’s the point of going here?” Fruto really wanted to check the texts here. He got interested with the word “real-life cases”. Unfortunately, they’re not allowed. He instantly felt bitter.

"He went out for lunch. That's why I'm here. I think he needs them urgently," "Oh..." Mrs. Green said. "Well, okay then. I'm sure you know which shelf," "Yes, of course I do," Aeliana smiled, recalling the catastrophic act from last week. She headed over to the shelf at the corner of the vast hall. She didn't spot the crack on the lower shelf that she was expecting to. The shelf was a brand new one made out of rich dark wood with an elegant glossy finish. It looked a lot more expensive than any of the other shelves that stood in that hall.

Daniel held his spatula over the pasta and thought about the north wall shelf as a section drawing — the inside view of the years cut through and revealed, each object the evidence of a room in the life, the accumulated record of the thinking-in-progress made material. He thought: yes. He thought: she has named the thing I have been doing on the shelf without knowing I was doing it. "Yes," he said. "It is." Catherine, who had been listening with the mathematician attending, said: "The shelf is the section and the living is the elevation. The inside view and the outside view of the same building." Ellie looked at Catherine. The two of them — the nine-year-old and the mathematician — in the sp

******* Hailey This is the first day of my third year in college. I have managed to hide in the shadows of the crowd, keeping myself out of the spotlight. While I'm relieved that I've never provoked trouble, sometimes I feel that someone is watching my every move. I shrug it off as I find no proof to support my conscience. I was currently trying to concentrate on the bald professor when a voice shouted "Hailey Ford- Master’s of Business Administration third year". I raised my eyes from my notes and saw the teacher and the peon looking at me expectantly. This was common as the principal called me frequently to represent our college in competitions and events. Huh!!! Too much for staying out o

“That shelf isn’t just for storing books. It’s an entrance.” The others had noticed what was going on at this point as Xander followed our line of sight. “What's going on?” “Don't worry, alpha.” I said to him as I walked to the shelf. “We've got this. Just focus on your task.” I placed my hand on the bookshelf and began to search for anything out of place. Draven joined me in my search, his hands running over every bump and crease. “There has to be some sort of…mechanism.” he muttered.

The suite we stayed in is reportedly the largest. It's located in the main building, housing three suites: VIP, deluxe, and super deluxe; all three are occupied by academic shareholders. Beyond them, S.X. doesn't offer slots for other academics to purchase shares. That was Arthur's brief explanation as he ran the shower, while I nearly fell asleep in the bathtub. However, I felt awkward even closing my eyes. Even though we'd been touching each other more than this, it didn't feel right to let him act like he was serving me. I don't know, hopefully I'll get used to it soon. No, no. I mean, I have to keep learning to get used to it. Nina, gain your confidence.

My help wasn't a partnership but an obligation. I paused for a few seconds, my voice calm. "Are you done?" Jack probably hadn't expected that response. He choked for a moment. "If you're done, I'm hanging up," I stated plainly. "Also, let me correct you on something. That forty grand wasn't a salary: it was a consulting fee. We're even. So as of yesterday, anything that happens at your farm has nothing to do with me. As for next year's profit share—" I paused, my tone mocking. "You seem confused about the situation. It's not a question of whether you'll give me a share. It's whether your farm will even have a next year."

Under both sat the same steady determination that had carried her through the last several days. She looked exhausted. She stayed in the argument. “You’re asking the wrong question,” Hallie said. The older resident facing her frowned. “I asked why the people who’ve been here longer don’t get priority.” “And I answered that. The shared stores are shared. If the count changes, the limit changes.” “That’s a Luna answer.” Hallie went still. Grant felt the tension sharpen. The resident seemed to hear his own words too late, but he did not take them back.

I get the idea you never look past the top shelf," she said. There were six distinct flavors, which were placed in the sequence of the rainbow. Okay, let's go in rainbow order. "Pretty much," was the response I gave you. "Okay," Sharon stated, "I'm going to need some bleach for the rest of this." I dragged the trash outside to the cans while Sharon cleaned the virtually empty shelves of the refrigerator, which I had just finished doing. She ended up finding something that she deemed "reasonably edible" in the pantry, and she heated it up for lunch while I put plates and forks on the table. The remainder of the afternoon was spent working on our project, and it wasn't until Sharon's phone ran