Priceless Book Novels & Stories

With gestures, not words. I sat on the bed slowly and unwrapped it. A new book. Thick, bound in leather, smelling expensive, old, and important at the same time. ‘The Silent Crown.’ I ran my thumb over the title and shook my head. He picked perfectly. Always perfect. His love may be feral, dark, filthy with hunger and violence—but his gifts? They were thoughtful. Personal. Intimate. I opened the book and started reading. Not because I cared about the story.

The last item up for auction was an ancient poetry book, with a starting bid of two million dollars. Grace jokingly messaged Xander. "This item has great research value. I was originally reluctant to bring it out. Are you interested in it, Mr. Fulton?" Xander's slender fingers glided across his phone. "Let's end this year on a high note." Upon receiving this message, Grace heard Hazel's bid from behind. "Three million dollars." Since Xander was supporting his girlfriend, most bidders didn't dare compete with him. At most, they only raised the price slightly.

In fact, I was so panicked that my speech failed me. Julia opened the box, lifted the cover, and took out the glass trophy I usually handled with the utmost care. "It says 'First Prize for Information Science.' What's so special about this cheap trophy? It's in such a fancy box. Let's smash it!" Julia said. I cried out, "No! Don't smash it!" As Julia raised the trophy over her head to smash it, I ignored my pain and scrambled to my feet while shouting, "You can break anything else. Give that trophy back to me, please."

People like them especially despised women who were both malicious and stupid, and the looks they gave her were blatant in their contemptuousness. However, he only curled his lips into a faint smile, seemingly pleased by her reaction. The crowd immediately looked at him with even more disdain, wondering how his taste could possibly be this terrible. Before long, the final auction item was brought out—my mother's bracelet. The quality of the emerald was average at best, and it had once been shattered. Frankly, it wasn't even worth a few thousand dollars. Still, everyone showed some interest in it because the item came from Elias. The bids quickly climbed to one million.

As we started to head out, “Oh my goodness Kellina I almost forgot. I got you a gift to give to Rogan.” She grabbed my arm now pulling us to the back to show me privately inside a black box was a Red and Silver chained half moon. She turned it to the back and it said Thank you for finding me. “I hope it’s alright. I just knew you’d had so much on your mind and probably hadn’t even had a chance to buy something.” I took it in and was amazed at how perfect it was.

Nyra’s POV I sat on the bed and placed Elaine’s book in front of me. For a moment I did nothing else. I just looked at it properly. In the library it had felt old and important. Here, on my bed, in this room, it felt stranger than that. More private. More dangerous. Like it did not want to be mistaken for a random old text preserved for curiosity’s sake. It was thick and heavy, yes, but now that I was alone with it I noticed more. The cover was not ordinary leather at all. Up close, the texture was wrong in a way that raised the hair on my arms. It had a faint pattern under the dark surface, not visible at first glance but there when the light caught it sideways. Not wolf hide. Not cow leath

"Kian Reid, our family may not be an elite legacy, but in this city, we still carry some weight. "My daughter Olivia is the one I cherish most. I’m not about to let her marry some spoiled, soft-handed boy." At The Gilded Room, the most exclusive lounge in downtown, Diane Grant lifted spoonful after spoonful of truffle-infused cream soup. Her eyes were full of greed, yet she forced an air of restraint, carefully skimming the surface with her spoon without even bothering to look up.

He says and my eyes immediately widened at this. “You could tell it was a first edition just by looking at it?” I ask him, impressed by his keen eye. He nods. “It’s a hobby of mine to appraise invaluable collectables. And that book is one of the rarest copies. Three volumes, yes?” he asks and I nod, “Thought so. I lost the bid last week when my competitor bid over 50 million for it. Unfortunately, I was not allowed to outbid them, so I gave in. Only to find out today that my competitor would be a beautiful woman who frequents coffee shops.”

As long as you're willing to stand by me, my feelings will continue being doubled and tripled. There are things money can buy. But there are some priceless things that money cannot afford. I've got such in my life. An invaluable man that creates a fire in my body. Something extraordinary that can't be felt by every soul. How lucky am I to experience such tremendous feelings. You've stolen my heart with your act of kindness, benevolence, and humor. All things make perfect sense with you by my side.

"If she wants it so badly, let's see if she can hold on to it." "What do you mean?" Nathan's eyes flickered with understanding before I even finished. He leaned forward eagerly. I smiled faintly. "In the story of Cinderella, the glass slipper was evidence of its rightful owner. Even if the stepsisters managed to take the slipper, they could never truly make it theirs. The truth is in the proof." Nathan's face lit up with realization, and we exchanged a knowing look. Working with someone sharp certainly made things easier. "You two mind letting me in on the secret?" Penelope huffed, her impatience written across her face. "So, what's the plan now?"