Priceless The Book Novels & Stories

I grab it out of her hands and begin going through it, touching all the different pictures as I turn the pages. "Their addicting, aren't they?" she asks me. "Okay, I get it. This book is definitely worth…" I flip it over and look at the price. "Eight-fifty. I could probably play with this this soft sheep for a while." She smiles and turns back to the books, searching for another one. But a bright red book catches my eye. Grabbing it, I know I found exactly what we're looking for. "The ABC's of Soccer Board Book," I say outloud.

"It comes with a price. You know what. Nothing in this world has no price. Everything has its own value, regardless if it is irrelevant to you or not. Who knows? Someone may find it relevant." The sun was up above. Thankfully, the branches of the tree cowering them gave them shade, protecting them from the sun's harmful rays. Though it was not an issue at all. He will not be burned because of the sun. "Name it," Zachary urged. "Are you really sure? Terah is expensive." "Terah is not a thing, to begin with. She is priceless. No amount of money can exchange her." "Yeah. You have a point. It is hard to let go of Terah, but I know she can be replaced with something more. Your son in exchange for

"That explanation from the floor captain deserves a standing ovation. Honesty really is the best policy." "Just booked my table for the weekend!" "I'm gonna live my socialite fantasy for 298 dollars and take a million photos!" "Hey, the waiters are actually great at taking photos. They even have ring lights on standby!"

He seemed taken aback because of my curiosity, and I just kept looking at him intently to see how he would explain it. “That, too, is something you might not understand. Truly, I am tempted by the number of riches you are willing to bargain for that property, but for me, that place is priceless. It’s not the profit that I could earn from there, not the people who go to study or work there, but it’s the name that holds me back. I’m sorry, but I can’t just let it go even with how big you offer me. If you could excuse me, I have lunch with my family to attend to. Nice meeting you all. Have a great day, by the way.” He proclaimed and was about to stand up to leave, but I looked at my mate as I r

Sally was wondering what the surprise could be this time around; there is nothing that would surprise her more than seeing Kayla at her place this early noon because never in this world would she have believed that she would come visit her at her workplace. Kayla brought out a novel and handed it to Sally. The book was about friendship, and that is the book Kayla has been reading today, both of them coming into a healthy friendship. Sally placed her hand on her head. "I can't believe you brought this." Sally said when she couldn't hold in laughter anymore. Kayla knew it was going to be hilarious, but she just wanted to read the book and take some lessons through the book because that's what'

"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.

- X “Jesus Christ,” Maya breathed, reading over my shoulder. “Di, do you understand what this means? These shares are worth—” “Millions. Probably tens of millions.” “He’s giving you financial independence. Real, permanent financial independence.” More boxes. A complete collection of first edition hospitality and event planning books, some dating back to the 1920s. Rare volumes I’d never even seen in museums. For the woman who turned hospitality into art. - X A sculpture. Small, exquisite. A Degas bronze of a dancer. I recognized it immediately—it had been in a private collection. Worth more than most people’s houses.

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

In Ha, still with her eyes wide open said, "I really didn't expect you to find this book." "I asked several people to find it. This book is no longer produced, Miss. So maybe what you are holding right now is a valuable copy." In Ha looked at the hard cover book. She suddenly felt the book in her hand become heavier. The title in front of it was "The Unforgivable Temptation". She didn't know if the contents were the same as what she meant. For now, she thanked him. "Thank you Sir…" "Miller. My name is Vin Miller."

“Who did you take on Valentine’s Day?” “I had a business trip.” He said taking a cup of coffee from a stewardess. She put a cup of tea and a cup of soup in front of me. I rolled my eyes and picked up a book that had been left in the wall-mounted bin beside my seat. I recognized the book. I’d read it before in book club. I remembered telling Jacob about the book and he said it wasn’t something he was interested in. So he didn’t leave it here. “Do you rent out the plane?” I wondered.