Something Borrowed Book Series Novels & Stories

I say. "I knew your collection was vast, but I didn't realize you had books from that long ago," he says in awe. "When I was little, my grandfather saw my love for literature. So, when he left the horde, he gifted his collection to me. Many of the books I own are hundreds of years old. I even have a copy of king Sindre's journal," I tell him. "Had I known you loved books this much, I'd have bought you some back in Mimmgar," he says.

But since I just couldn't bring myself to sell the house, I rented it to a small family and moved into the apartment with Reese and Nick's cat Cherry. But too much had happened there too for both of us to have endured there for long. About half a year after I moved in with him, we looked for an apartment near the guild. Our little retreat. There we could lock out the past and hide away if the world threatened to collapse over us again.

My half I keep and I slide it back into the frame and set it on the desk. I don't know why I keep it and I don't want to know why. From the bedroom, Tasha calls out: "Babe, come look at these shoes." I stand in my study, surrounded by forged documents and the wreckage of a family I spent three years dismantling, and I think about a girl in a hospital bed with a new heart, a baby in her belly and a fire in her eyes that I put there. She should be dead, she should be gone, and she should be a name on a chart and a body in a drawer and a problem that solved itself but she's not. Instead she's alive and alive women talk.

"You're right. I should definitely have that book. It sounds like an important one." "It's the most important." August stood up, walked to his bookshelf, pulled out the space dog book that had started all of this. He brought it to Carter and held it out. "You can borrow it. If you want. But you have to give it back because it's our favorite." Carter took the book like August had handed him something infinitely precious. "I promise I'll take very good care of it and give it back." "Okay." August sat down next to Carter, closer than before, and opened the book to the first page. "I can show you the important parts."

--- For the first time, they didn't have to solve anything. --- Save anything. --- Understanding nothing. --- They could simply be. --- In the afternoon, they sat in the library. --- Between the shelves. --- Where the years had once stood. --- Most of the books were still there. --- But one was missing. --- Just one. --- The book titled: --- Those Who Stayed --- It had vanished. --- Months ago. --- No one knew where it had gone. --- And somehow, that didn't bother anyone. --- For some stories wanted to wander on.

⸻ “Someone has stolen the ending.” The library shook violently. ⸻ Books began falling from endless shelves. 📖💥📖 ⸻ And somewhere in the deepest section of the library… A dark figure slowly closed a stolen book. 🖤 ⸻ A book titled: THE END OF REALITY ⸻ The figure smiled. ⸻ Then whispered: ⸻ “Let’s see how your story ends now.” ⸻ 🌌📖🖤 ⸻

🌹 A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR 🌹 This is Book Two in the ‘Entangled’ series, and it continues the story after the events of Book One titled—Bound to the Mafia Lord. While you can read this book on its own, I strongly recommend reading Book One first for a clearer understanding of the characters, relationships, history, and events that have already taken place. There are several names and references throughout this book that were introduced in the previous story. But if you’ve decided to start here… welcome anyway. 🤭❤️

Every single night, he would wake up from his dreams sobbing hysterically, frantically slapping himself across the face. However, none of that had anything to do with me anymore. Seated in the chairman's office chair at Callahan Group, I flipped through the files of our latest cross-border merger and acquisition. Resting on the desk was the antique enamel pocket watch, beautifully restored by a master craftsman. The rhythmic ticking of the hands seemed to whisper tales of the passing time. I thought that by keeping my identity a secret and just being a conventional wife, I could have a shot at ordinary happiness. But I was dead wrong.

And now I'm ready for whatever comes next. I turn toward the tunnel exit. Toward the surface. Toward the people waiting. Toward my future. But as I take the first step, something shifts. Deep in the earth. Beneath the vault. Something ancient responding to the bonding. A presence. Massive. Old. Waking. Not the stone. Something else. Something that's been sleeping under Iron Valley for centuries. And my bonding just woke it up. --- **[End of Chapter 146]**

He is deep in thought as he sits there listening to everything discussed. “Emery, is it possible that your father was indebted to Danello?” Ulmo asks. “I can’t say for sure. I know he had borrowed money from several people, so it wouldn’t surprise me if he borrowed it from Danello. I never saw the men he worked with or borrowed money from. I tried not to go home until I had no other option.” Emery admits.