People's Books Novels & Stories

It was the best kind of job for me, I loved it and I got paid weekly, enough to eat, after my first paycheck, I had spent a full week starving, I tried to ask for my money beforehand but my boss who’s the meanest person ever, said no. How could such a cold hearted person be responsible for one of the best places in the world! There was no sleeping with a storm outside, I was up most of the night, I was up early and ready to go to work, I was slipping but pushed it down as I got out of her car and quickly walked over to the bookstore. I walked over to the children's books area, I was thankful no one was around as I sat down in a beanbag after grabbing a few books to read.

Well, the title alone already made people goosebumps. For example, 'The Hammer and Sickle in the Sugarcane Field'. Then 'The People at the Left Intersection of the Road'. Also 'The Resistance of the Peasants', 'Under the Red Lantern', and others like that. Uniquely, the books were predominantly red in color. I knew all those books but never read them until finished. Of course, the books did not belong to Julia. Maybe it belonged to Sam or Paul.

There were a lot of books ranging from different spheres and works of life and a section for fiction. I opted for financial books. Since childhood, I had loved business and finance, but I never had the chance to continue school. I picked a book titled “RICH mum and POOR mum by TMA” I think I spent some time reading the book, and I almost forgot I was waiting for Gladimir to return.

And when she looked up, his eyes were already on hers. Julian's eyes were storm-gray. Hard, unyielding. But today, they were not completely blank. Today, they held a question. Do you read all of this store?" he asked, voice sharp but not unkind. "Not all of it," she replied softly. "But most of it. I like to know the stories I share." "Why?" She tilted her head a fraction to one side. "Because books can change people." Julian waved this away—barely any sound at all, more of a sigh. "People don't change."

"I want this book to remember everyone." "The midwife who delivered children during the war." "The farmer who shared his harvest during the famine." "The teacher who reopened the first village school." "The blacksmith who forged tools instead of weapons." He looked around the room. "A kingdom is never built by heroes alone." His words settled deeply into the hearts of every student present. One young girl slowly raised her hand. "Will there be room for ordinary people?" Cassian smiled. "My dear..." He closed the book carefully. "Those are exactly the people it was made for."

“Bree, what was that?” Brianna was occupied flipping through the first book, so she didn’t answer at first. He saw her shocked expression and got by her side to check the name of the book she was reading. ‘The peacemaker fallacy: waging war as a business strategy’ Nate frowned, trying to make sense out the title. “Bree, what is it?” “Love… it’s about the Council. All of them, look.” She got a few pieces of paper that didn’t belong to any book and showed him what she saw.

“ It’s nothing. Just a library book I checked out. By accident. Just a silly mistake.“ Now that was the understatement of the century. “A silly mistake, my behind,” Edith cackled. “The Kama Sutra. The Joy of Sex. Dating for Dummies. The Multi-Orgasmic Couple. The Girlfriend's Guide to Great Sex.” Edith pointed to each of the books as she listed off the titles. Picking up the books, Mattie said, “This is my business. My personal, private business.” “Poppycock.” Edith stood, hands on her generous hips, blocking the door. “If you wanted this to be private, you wouldn’t have brought those books here.“

My fingers trailed over the spines of the books, my mind filling over each I'd read, and those I hadn't gotten to. Over the past few days, I had spent my night here reading up, researching in the hope that I could find another book or any information that could tell me more about my people. But everyone I opened told me nothing I wanted to hear, mainly filled with propaganda, and the few that held substance barely mentioned my people in detail, glazing over the fact that we were once beloved and revered. Pushing all thoughts of Mondrian and his actions away, I tied my hair into a loose ponytail and pulled out another old book from the piles I hadn't read. Although I had no hope it would say

It was cluttered with books and materials of all sorts. Several opened books were scattered on the computer table, with red marks and notes scrawled across the pages. Someone had been studying very hard there. Nathan slowly walked over and flipped through the books. Psychology? He frowned as he took in the room. He saw a lot of books on the shelf that didn't belong to him. His gaze was locked on the titles. "Best Ways to Handle Toxic People". "The Key to Overcoming Nasty People" "Foundations of Psychology" Nathan's lips curled slightly as a smirk played on his face.

“Since you’re back, are you going to pick the next book?” I blinked. “Me?” “Of course,” she said, smiling. “You’ve been gone. You deserve the honor.” Everyone nodded expectantly. I looked down at the stack of books on the table, my fingers brushing across their covers. My hand paused on a novel about love, identity and societal expectations. This book will give them a glimpse of what I passed through during my absence. I smiled softly. “How about this one?” Brent groaned. “Oh no, not another depressing tragedy. Can’t we read something with a hopeful romance?”