Positively Fourth Street Book Novels & Stories

The girl said. “Same here. I actually thought that this book wasn’t popular but you’re reading it as well. Oh, I’m Kayne by the way, Kayne David.” “I’m Natsumi Koga, it’s nice to meet you!” “Ah yes, you as well. I was actually about to ask if you always come here.” Kayne asked. “Uhuh, I always go to this café every time I go to town, this is actually kind of my spot, haha.”

Normal family chaos interrupts a profound moment. "I am going to write a book," Four announced to the kids. "About what?" Monte asked. "About how I went from being a scared kid to a criminal to your dad. About how people can change if they want to badly enough." Sophia considered this seriously. "Will it have pictures?" "Probably not, princess." "Then it sounds boring."

Eliza gasped aloud. “Oh my! What a silly girl you are, Eliza.” She admonished herself. After sorting out her laundry, she was still so full of energy that she decided to go out on her own. Eschewing the peacefulness of the park, she opted to stroll along the busy Hamdan Street which was only a block away. If Matan was serious about her, would she accept him? Oh, what a silly thought. How could one so rich and worldly as him take someone like her seriously? More probably like take her as his mistress but she wouldn’t, not for anything. She maybe soiled goods, but she still has her dignity. Thinking about it made her pause in her stroll and nearly got pushed if the couple strolling didn’t move

or someone? I walk to the desk. It’s painted light blue, with flowers carved into the edges. A bookshelf above holds a small collection of picture books Ruth says I love. But when I take one down, feel the shiny new cardboard cover, turn the pages, it feels alien to me. There’s not a single word on the pages, just pictures of animals, of trees and flowers. Why would I love a book I cannot read? I turn toward the door, and Ruth pops back in. “Oh, you’ve finished your breakfast. Lovely. Would you like anything else?”

She turned the offer back over and they sat with it between them, two people in the same room at last, in the same decision, the coffee going cold, the morning going on, and outside the city unhurried and entirely unaware that something in this kitchen had just finally, four months late, begun. End of chapter 46

“A year ago, there was a sign indicating the location of the fourth book. My master had far too much on his plate at the time. Aside from that, there were numerous forces at work behind the fourth book, and the situation was unclear back then. Therefore, progress has been slow. We discovered the location of the fourth book some time ago thanks to various intelligence we received from the squad.” “Where is it?” Tyr asked. “It’s in the Second World,” Jim explained, “But it’s not in the hands of those foreigners. The owner of the fourth book is a Celestian like us.” “Stop keeping me guessing!” Seeing that Jim never got to the point, Tyr started to feel a little anxious. “Old Zab, tell you what,

The fourth book will be the argument that the learning was correct. ---

Time to grovel and apologise. "I did, and I apologise for that. It was clearly invading your personal space. I didn't look at the cover, I just flipped it open and began reading. Then afterwards, I just couldn't stop reading it. Again, I am sorry. I should have respected your personal space." Only now have I realised what I have done. Anyone else would have put it down and not read it, but me? No, I did.

Chapter 47 is the POSSESSION chapter and it's going to be INTENSE! END OF CHAPTER FORTY-SIX

I did my best to take care not to scratch the leather, but when it fell into my arms, I noticed what looked like a fresh dig. Books were not as common in that era as they were in the future so I felt bad about causing damage to it. My lamenting lasted only briefly. An intense curiosity took over just as soon as I realized that it was a journal. It was not just any journal, either. This journal belonged to the late Elsbeth Sleuth. Could the deep, dark family secret be discovered within its pages? I simply had to find out. Lowering myself into a comfy nearby chair, I opened to the first page and focused on the elaborate handwriting. It took some time to familiarize myself with her dramat