Something Borrowed The Book Novels & Stories

But oh my goodness, reading did feel good. I stood up to drop the book when my eyes caught sight of another. The urge to read it was high but I knew that I had to return before Alex and Luna Lisa started to panic. I grabbed the book and placed it before the old lady who looked up from her book and shifted her glasses up to take a closer look. "May I borrow this, please?" I asked, my voice almost pleading. "When will you be returning it?" She asked, and I thought for a while before answering.

"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."

During my three-year-old son's preschool physical, his blood type didn't match mine or my wife's. I had just printed the divorce papers when I suddenly heard my son's voice. [This disgusting man is so stupid. He's raised me, his own little brother, as his son for years and still has no idea!] [Lol, hurry up and get divorced. Once they divorce, I can cling openly to my real mom!] [And divorced men are unwanted anyway. From now on, every dollar he earns will be mine!] My wife was still anxiously explaining, "Honey! I really never betrayed you! Do you really want a divorce?" I looked at my son's tightly closed lips and excited eyes, then tore up the divorce papers instead. "No divorce. S

The hallway fell silent for a few seconds, but then the pounding started again, and it was even more violent than before. "Carson! Open this door! You selfish bastard! Do you think some fake report is enough to fool me?! I'm telling you, Elliot's condition can't wait! You're donating that kidney today whether you want to or not!" I sat down in my office chair and took a sip of the cold water on my desk. Five hundred thousand dollars in wedding savings and a canceled wedding banquet. I stared at the bank notification on my phone. For the sake of her first love who was dying from advanced AIDS, she had drained my money dry. Now, she wanted to take my kidney too.

And the final sentence — *the heir was never found* — underlined so lightly it was almost invisible. I stood very still with my hand on the spine of the book and felt the back of my neck prickle. Someone else had been here. Not long ago — the pencil marks were still crisp, not yet smudged by other hands or time. Days, maybe. A week at most. I pulled the book back out and checked the borrowing record inside the front cover — a paper slip in a pocket, the old-fashioned kind, with dates stamped in a column. The last borrowing date before my own was eleven days ago.

Ayleen bit her lip and only then realized there were several books on the table where she had been resting her head. She picked up one titled “A View from the Bridge,” a play by Arthur Miller, a very popular American writer. It was clearly a book she had borrowed many times, as it had been one of the sources for her thesis when she was an English literature major. Her eyes widened in shock as she turned to the last page of the book. On the back was a slip of paper listing the borrowers’ names, and hers wasn’t there. Her head immediately started spinning. Still completely confused, Ayleen quickly grabbed the other books on the table and began examining them.

she replied feeling sad as she held tightly to the books. "Ah, the bittersweet moment of returning a book. It's like saying goodbye to a dear friend, isn't it?" Mr Johnson Chuckled and she nodded in agreement, her eyes wandering around. With practiced efficiency, Mr. Johnson scanned each book's barcode and checked them off Elaine's account. As she watched the books disappear back to their shelves, she couldn't help but feel disappointed. “Would you like to borrow some more books, I can see your eagerness to continue reading with the way you stare at the shelves” he stated.

WORK ~~ALICIA~~ Well, this class was a complete waste of time, because tell me why the lecturer kept reading a textbook for us, a textbook that we have to buy to pass the course. I guess I’m never attending this class again then, I stepped out of the class and headed straight to work at the library. I greeted Mrs Pat [she insisted I call her that], headed to the back office, dropped my bag on the shelf and pinned my tag on my shirt. Heading to the new books that arrived today, I went to sack them in their respective shelves, ranging from horror to education, to all sorts of topics. When I was done I went behind the counter to input the books into the system, by the time I was done inputting

I looked at the librarian and didn't pay attention to him. "Just use your vampire speed and read it." I handed her the book and said, "You both, out of the library, right now. You are disturbing everyone." Librarian said. We both looked around and people sitting on the table chairs were staring at us. Emma looked in the librarian eyes and said, "okay, we are going out but can I borrow this book…. Please." "Yes, you can borrow it." He said and he was clearly hypnotized by her. We both went out of the library.

I offer just because, grabbing my bag and walking out the room, and shutting the door behind me. I don’t think he noticed. I slowly pull the red book from my bag, looking over it briefly, before stuffing it back into my bag while my chest pulses wildly. I waste not a second more, dashing through the hall way and down the stairs as if standing there a moment more, he’d smell out my stealing-ass quickly. It’s not like I’m stealing it though, more of borrowing without permission. I’m almost certain he’d find some lame reason to hold that favor over me for the rest of my life.