Romans & histoires Something Borrowed Book Series

However, I just calmly took the keys from him, pocketed them, and continued up the stairs. I began packing the next day, throwing out or donating most of my belongings. I was planning to buy them new and start fresh in that apartment. I also began coming home later and later every night. I was basically absent from the dinner table most of the time. The belongings in my room began getting fewer and fewer. My bookshelf was emptied first, followed by my wardrobe, then my dressing table. There was only a single jewelry box sitting by itself in the center of the table. I didn't get home till past 10:00 pm that day.

This was my fault, my debt to bear. "El." Seeing my determination, they tried to persuade me further. I forced a smile and hugged each of them. "It's okay. Remember, I'm as tough as they come. Just like our experiments—no matter how difficult, don't we always pull through in the end? Trust me." I raised my hand in a gesture of encouragement, then stood up and headed home. The Shaw residence wasn't far from here, as it was investments from Jeffrey and my fiancé, Ivor Rhett, that funded the research institute.

He thinks I stole his boyfriend from him. “If you’re giving me this shitty attitude just because you think I’m with your boyfriend then you better drop the act. He’s not even my type.” “You wish!” Miles fired back. Someone cleared his throat loudly and when I turned around, I saw the book Keeper. There was a book in his left hand with a black cover. I was expecting him to appear with a massive book but what was in his hand could barely amount to 200 pages. He dumped the book on the counter. “There you go. Our policy states that every borrowed book must be returned in three days.”

A tool that worked to pay for its own survival. I walked into the kitchen and looked at the mountain of greasy dishes. Then, I plunged my hands into the freezing water. After I was done, I took out the small notebook I kept hidden in my pocket and carefully wrote down some details. [Senior year. Fainted. Hospital debt: 600.] [Goal: Get out of there.] [Step one: Get into the farthest college possible.]

As Caitlin stared, she could feel the scroll heating up in her pocket, and she knew, she just knew, that this was the book from which the page was torn. Caitlin gently pulled back the heavy pages, surprised at its weight. She turned the pages gingerly, crackling as she went. Each page was thick, and heavy, ancient from years of use, ornately illustrated in all different colors, in drawings all along the edges. The text was in a handwritten scrawl, in ancient Latin. She felt as if she had stepped back into another time. Caitlin turned and turned, until she reached the middle of the book, and finally, she found it. The torn page. She reached into her pocket, extracted the rolled up scroll, and

“It’s for you to look at.” “Okay.” I sat down, opening it. The first things that jumped out at me were the ancient texts and only one chapter had some translations written on a sheet of paper tucked inside. The title read, “Heirs of the Moon Goddess.” but it was unfinished, like Dora’s mother was in a hurry. “Can I borrow this?” I asked her. She stared at the book, her lips pursed. “You can borrow it as long as you promise to find Dora’s mother and give it to her or maybe her daughter. Can you do that? And also tell her that I love her and she should please visit soon?”

I can't stop thinking about everything, from the cave to Gabriel being my mate and then to saving the people. It is starting to become so depressing especially since I don't even have a clue where to find the moonstone. I have finished my mom's book and I haven't found anything useful again apart from the handwritten poem at the back. With everything worth sacrificing, I chose my own flesh. Out of the weak comes the strong And out of the strong comes the mighty. The purest of all. White as snow, pure as the blood in her veins. The war is coming. At the strike of the snow on the ground.

My heart sank as I realized they had likely come about the stolen book. "May we come in?" one asked sternly. I nodded mutely and stepped aside. The guards glanced around my small home before one spoke. "We have reason to believe you are in possession of a stolen book from the castle library. We must ask you to surrender it at once." I clutched the book tighter. "But I only borrowed it. I meant to return it!" The second guard shook his head. "It does not matter, theft is theft. Please hand over the book."

"You have something of mine. I'd like it back." Elijah bit his lower lip to prevent himself from laughing. "Dude, did you just quote a Draco Malfoy line? You're such a nerd." "You borrowed my Little Women book without even asking permission. So basically that's stealing. You stole my book!" I exclaimed, flailing my hands up in the air. "Give it back before I beat your ass." "Okay. I admit that what I did was wrong, but Rory wanted to borrow it." Elijah explained immediately before grabbing something from his shelf. "Here. Not harmed."

“I’d like to borrow this one.” I glanced at the title he was clutching, unable to hide a small, knowing smile. The book was about incubi and succubi, an intriguing choice that seemed to reflect a growing curiosity within him. “Of course,” I replied smoothly. “Let me prepare your library card and don’t forget to register your name there on the computer.” He nodded and started typing his details. I then took out a small index card, carefully filling in the details of the loan and noting the return date before giving it to him.