Our Shared Shelf Novels & Stories

We both highlight from the car running towards the main entrance, "Good day ma'am Sir what can we offer you?" "I need a room to stay in for the night" "We have just two spare rooms left. Would you like to share or occupy different rooms?" "Share" "Occupy different rooms" I look to Lyla wondering what she's cooking up In that head of hers, "We'd like to share please" Lyla says, "Funny enough we just got previous customers and they both argues about the whole sharing concept but decided to share at the end"

It would appear we’ve discovered our sole commonality—we both dislike Jack’s irresponsibility. There are actually two. Confused, my question echoes through the link before I can stop it. Two what? Two commonalities we share. Do I even want to know? I suppose I’m going to hear it anyway. At least if I ask, I’m not waiting for the other shoe to drop later. Do tell. The books. Your library. You love them. So do I. I’m grateful you let me share them. I—uh—you’re welcome. So this new player, any idea what we’re about to be dealing with?

154 The warm scent of freshly baked bread and spices filled the air as Shania stood in the bustling community kitchen of the foundation’s newest shelter. Around her, women and children worked together, kneading dough, chopping vegetables, and sharing laughter that felt like sunlight breaking through clouds. Shania smiled as she watched a young boy proudly display a lopsided loaf of bread to his mother. The scene was a testament to what they had built—a sanctuary where broken pieces could come together to form something beautiful.

- Sharon's heels echo on the marble floor as she stepped out of the conference room. “It’s really nice having you on board, Ms. Sharon.” Sharon heard a voice behind her. She halted and turned to where the voice came from with a soft smile. “My pleasure. It’s my father’s company, and I had vouched to push it to the next level.” She told the man. The man who was one of the oldest shareholders in the company nodded, and he left. Sharon smiled more, and she proceeded to leave for the CEO’s office, but just then a familiar figure stormed out of the same room Sharon had just walked out of in a fit of anger.

Shelly nodded eagerly and exclaimed, "Aunt Sharon, you need to make this clear to Timothy—this mall is owned by our family. It's utterly outrageous that a modest store would dare to kick you out. "They clearly don't know their place. Timothy should promptly shut down this store and expel them along with Mia!" Shelly was furious, finding Mia's arrogant demeanor intolerable. Sharon shared the sentiment; how dare Mia, a humble servant who was once cast out by their family, behave so boldly toward her! She immediately dialed Timothy's number. Meanwhile, Timothy had just concluded a meeting and had some spare time, so he answered, "Hello, Mom." "Tim, I need to vent my frustrations to you!"

Joshua nodded and we separated. There were seven different shelves in the room and on three, the marks of my seal were painted, no, not painted, it was carved on it. I still wondered why this place wasn't destroyed. Did he think that we would never be able to get to this library? That we would die before we got there. Then he underestimated us.

Oli added, smiling politely at the four newcomers. "I was just getting used to you idiots," I muttered and Carter grinned. "You love us," he said smugly. "So how's this going to work?" Erik wondered. "Most of us have double beds, we're going to have to share rooms," Blake said. "I am not sharing with Oli!" Mason yelled. "His farts nearly suffocated me last time!" "How about we introduce ourselves first?" Oli suggested. "And I don't mind sharing with Oli," Erik offered. "I'll just suffocate him if he farts too much."

My eyes and hands run all over its length from top to bottom, before moving to check inside the compartments. When I didn't see or feel any secret button with my hands, I started to pull and push. Maybe there's no secret button. Maybe we just need to push or pull to get it to slide open. From my peripheral vision, I see Bear and Ash walk to other shelves to start doing the same thing I'm doing. After a while, Bear calls my attention. 'General, this one is not nailed to the wall, it looks like it's what we're looking for.' He pulls the shelf as Ash and I walk over to him and it noiselessly opens to reveal a door behind it.

I was the one largely responsible for Jillard Group's success. I remembered when she used to look at me with such devotion, saying, "Jillard Group is thriving now, so you don't have to exhaust yourself anymore, Shawn. You can just focus on our family and me. I'll also transfer the majority of the shares to you so that you'll have peace of mind."

Claire asked if we were sure. Luca said yes. She left. The door closed. Luca locked it. Eli held me. Hope played. Grace slept. Derek nursed. The painting watched. That night, we sat at the table. Six people. One table. Hope in her high chair. Grace in hers. Derek in my arms. Eli raised his glass. He said to Derek. Luca raised his. I raised mine. Hope raised her sippy cup. We drank. Grace slept. The doorbell rang.