Our Shared Shelf Novels & Stories

“Do we really have to leave today?” Elara turned around. “Why are you asking that?” Shelyn stood and stepped closer. “We’re still comfortable here.” Elara frowned. “We already agreed.” Elang nodded. “Yes. But now the situation is different.” “Different how?” Elara asked. Shelyn glanced at Elara’s phone on the sofa. “Ellanan’s shares have improved.” Elara let out a breath. “That doesn’t change anything.” Elang stepped closer. “That actually changes a lot, Ma.”

He pushed her out of his house . "you left me when i needed you the most , And now you want me to accept you back " - Cable "please you are misunderstanding everything cable ,please let me explain --" - Emma"shut up and never show your face to me again "He pushed her out of his house . SOON TO BE COMPLETED BOOKS BOOK 1 365 DAYS OF LOVE AND HATE LINK- https://www.goodnovel.com/book_info/21000002260

"If I am proud of a son that can watch his father get beaten in a fight, who am I? A fool at forty!" "You are certainly not a fool at forty because you are above that age now and your white beards will testify that i am right. We should spend more time together so we can share our sad stories together and grief like brothers." "Anytime you are ready, I am always here with my keg of palm wine."

The toy was on the shelf. The small, slightly ridiculous thing that had been the inciting incident of the best laugh we had shared in the mansion, the evening when the mansion had briefly just been a home where two people were laughing in a bedroom over something absurd. Franklin had put it on the shelf after that evening and it had stayed there because neither of us had moved it and neither of us had mentioned it.

​Chapter 11 ​VAREEN ​I watched him swallow repeatedly. I'd never done this with any of my past partners. This is a first for me, and it's happening right in front of Engineer Jayce Vander. I'm having so many "firsts" with them, fuck!

The room was silent, towering shelves filled the room. Tall shelves filled with a variety of books. From thin books to those that are as thick as cardboard, there are also books on the shelf. And those who become the most immortal inhabitants will usually be very rarely touched. The big lamp right in the middle of the building made a bright impression on the room.

That one over there is "sharon johnson" There is one other person behind me before her.. She is kind of clingy to me probably because she has a huge crush on me since we are in high school she is our regular business partner after her is mr.Greyson waliton our most trusted business partner.. Lastly is the unknow behind me before sharon he is unknow but always against us in all angle his representatives is dodo group international his PA is shin ye a lady like you she is the host of this party they are lauching a new wine tonight that all for now he said and take another zip from his drink.. while i access his explanation in my head.

"I've got firewood and vegetables in my storage space, but I don't share them. You don't think that's selfish?" "That's yours," Zeph said. "Whether you share it or not is your choice." He paused, then spoke again. "People change when things get worse. Friends, even family, it doesn't matter. When survival's on the line, things can turn ugly fast. How can you be sure people won't change? Your storage space can grow food. Sharing now might seem fine, but what happens when conditions get worse, and they want to use it as shelter? What if you want to save it for later? What, then?"

"Three at most. Before Christmas if the kiln schedule works." "Then we have one more space after this one." "Then we'll need a fourth shelf." "I'll put it up now." She turned and looked at me. "Don't push it." I laughed. She smiled. We stood in the studio doorway and looked at the wall together, the three shelves, the full ones and the waiting one, everything that had been placed and everything yet to come. She leaned slightly into my side. I put my arm around her. Noon on a Saturday in December. The city outside doing its weekend things. The apartment is warm from the morning. A new shelf on the wall.

Leaning back, I let my eyes wander around the office from his point of view. If I were a ridiculously organized Alpha King, where would I never think to look? "...Come on." Think Clara. Then I see it. A narrow wooden shelf beneath the framed landscape beside the seating area. From the desk, it looks like part of the wall. From the sofas, it'd catch every word. A grin spreads across my face.