Rite Aid Photo Book Novels & Stories

“unlucky contestants…shelf two, book thirteen.” It sounded oddly like a personal note. My curiosity won out and I skimmed my fingers along the spines of the books until I chose one at random. I pulled out a medium-sized book, a deep shade of navy blue. Earthen twine was wrapped around the book, and there was a picture on the front. A middle-aged man with chocolate hair and dark eyes smiled up at me. The cover of the book read, “Arthur Zimmerman, Game 71.

He folded pages 13, 14, 15 and 16 of the historical photo book and he closed the photo book. “You mean you are still bent on going to the Lord of the Moon? What if you can’t return to the earth?” Sarah said after a deep thought. “No worries! I will definitely return! Discussion closed. Return the book to the shelf while I eat my food,” Gilbert said, and stood up. He handed over the photo book to Sarah. She glanced at the front cover of the photobook as she collected it from Gilbert and her heart caught the inscriptions written on it, “Picture Excerpts from the Half Moon” and “The Life of the Lord of the Moon.”

“Do you have a photograph?” He grumbles under his breath and reaches into a bottom drawer of his desk. A moment later, he pulls out a spiral-bound book that looks like something a kindergarten teacher would put together for a class project. On the cover, it reads, “Who’s Who in the Kingdom: A King’s Guide to Remembering People’s Names.” It’s laminated…. He opens it up, flips through a few pages, and slides it across the desk to me. Instantly, my eyes bulge. “Wow! He looks exactly like Alpha Reece!” My eyes drop down the page a bit, and I realize that’s because the picture is of Alpha Reece. Under the photo, it says, “Alpha Reece” and has his pack name.

Tomorrow was Sunday—we didn't have to work, but we needed to return to the hospital. Author's POV Raindrops tapped lightly against the bedroom window as Aria set her phone on the nightstand. Her gaze fell on the old photo album she'd left there earlier that day. She reached out and flipped through the pages until she found that perfect shot of Aiden's profile—the light falling just right to highlight the contours of his jawline. "Do you like it?"Aiden's breath was right by her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. She turned her head and watched as Aiden pulled the photo out of the album and placed it in the palm of her hand. "It's yours. My wife should have it."

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REID: “What have you got for me?” I ask Ryu who just got into my study room. Before he got in, I was doing nothing. Yes, I still have a lot to attend to on my desk but I would rather forgo that for now because I do not have it in me to tend to anything that involves intense concentration. Ryu is holding a file which I’m contains more paperwork and instantly drops it on my desk before taking a few steps backward. “I looked into what you asked me to and I think I have something.”

He guessed that the book would have some contents of magic. “Don't touch anything.” Hadrian yelled at Aiden when he tried to reach for the book. Hadrian took a chalk from the box, he looked at Beckham who nodded before he started to draw a circle, he inscribed another circle, and then he pictured smaller circles between the big and small circles.

Opened to page forty-seven. The spread was titled: *The Architect Who Asks First.* Four pages. Photographs of the land trust library, the school under construction, the health clinic site. A photograph of Caiden at the school entrance with the sketchbook open. A photograph of Grace at the library above-light position, looking up. And one photograph I hadn't known existed.

If there were a next life, she wanted to be an ordinary girl living an ordinary life. “Do you need me to take a photo for you?” When Matthias saw Heather looking in that direction, he thought that she wanted to take a photo with the book bar mascot too. The Aoki Book Bar had a uniquely designed door, and the two mascots on each side were especially cute, so it immediately captured the hearts of girls. “No. If you want to take a photo, I can help you.” Heather refused before teasing Matthias. Looking at the people who were getting their photos taken, he hurriedly waved his hand. “I’m not interested in those things.” After all, Matthias was a dignified man.

Real proof. And so I dug for it. Not that it was hard to find. A few taps on the keyboard and some records pulled up on my screen later, and I had what I needed: Aria’s high school yearbook photo. There she was. She was fifteen or sixteen in the picture, her hair tied back, and a smile on her face that didn’t reach her eyes. It must have been right before her emancipation.