Something Borrowed The Book Novels & Stories

"Alpha Derek wouldn't mind.' She glances toward him, the Alpha. He hesitates... then nods. "I'll let you borrow it," he says. "Just be careful. That book is a centuries-old treasure." I nod, weakly. But then comes that look. Pity. All of them, giving me the same gaze that makes my stomach twist. I can handle hatred. I can even stomach fear. But pity? No. "Excuse me!" I mutter, shoving past them, storming towards the door.

She walks towards the books, her fingers brushing against their spine. "Um, an English textbook for grade twelve. He borrowed it and never returned it, and I need it for an assignment," I lie and lie and lie... Gosh, I'm so disgusting. She heaves and apologizes to me as she starts to search for the textbook. "I don't know why Luther would take your textbook. I told him that he should use the library..." "Oh, Miss Wayne, it's no worry. It's not that serious of an assignment." To cover my stupid act, I start to help her find the textbook that doesn't exist.

And I couldn’t believe it; it was my book. It was the first book I ever published, “My Hero in the Dark.” A smile crept on my lips; he was reading my book, “Coffee?” “Burgundy,” he called, pulling me out of my daydream. I cleared my throat. “What?” “Do you want coffee?” “No…just my money.” Liam nodded, picked up the book, and continued reading like I wasn’t here asking for my money. Was he seriously going to pretend like he doesn’t owe me?

(gesturing him to continue) LOGAN: I kind of stole this book from Mika ANYA: I thought we promised to stop taking other people stuff LOGAN: It was the night before we promised so it's not valid and besides, we didn't return all stolen items before the promise after the promise ANYA: Whatever, so where's this book and what's in it? LOGAN: The book is in your wardrobe and... ANYA: Wait...what? LOGAN: I don't even think I'll need it but you keep unnecessary stuffs claiming it will be useful someday. ANYA: Whatever. Let's go check this book out.

The one I had chosen. Damon made a toast. Not a long one. Not a speech. Just a few words. "To family," he said. "The one you are born into and the one you make." Chloe raised her glass. "That is what I said last time." "I know." "You are stealing my material." "I am borrowing it. There is a difference." "What is the difference." "Stealing is taking without permission. Borrowing is taking with acknowledgment. I am acknowledging you." "That is not how borrowing works."

Over and over, she tried to console herself that she only borrowed it and would eventually return it once she was done. Climbing out of her bed, she went to the side table and grabbed the book by its spine, and when the pages slightly ruffled, a loose leaf fell from it. It was so old that the bindings were starting to break. Clara sighed and decided that maybe she could fix its bindings before returning them.

As I am a final year student, the Library Prefect which happened to be one of my classmates didn't want me to Borrow the book as she claimed that I was supposed to be studying for my Exams. " Have you forgotten about the fact that I am a literature Student, Mina? " I asked her. " I am aware of that, So? " " It's simple, I need to read books to improve my English grammar and Writing alright? " I replied. " But... " " No buts Mina, Register Please " I asked stretching my right hand intending to collect the Red colored hard cover book, it was named Register, a book where all records of borrowed and Returned books are kept so without Signing on the book I won't be allowed to leave the library w

She gave the book back to the librarian and also took her borrowed books and her card. “Oops, sorry about that. Clumsy hands.” Hestia reasoned out as she let the borrowed card to fall from the grip of the librarian and she let it fall to the floor. She went to duck down and picked up the borrowed card, as well as the picture and placed it between the two books, letting the borrowed card to peep out of the two books while the picture stayed hidden deep. She showed it to the librarian and bowed as she left. Once she was out of the library, she took out her phone from her pocket and notified Albert of what she found.

I had no idea where else I would find it if a copy wasn’t in this library. "Funny,” she began turning her full attention to me, “that book has been seated on that shelf for as long as I’ve been here,” she began her eyes trailing to the shelf behind me, I turned slightly to look at the shelf as she continued, “ it was just borrowed out yesterday by some guy, it’s a rare copy, that's why I remember it so well, plus the guy that borrowed it was quite the catch," she finished with a wink. My heart fell at this, now getting more desperate, "do you, maybe know when he will be bringing it back. Or who he is in the least?" I asked.

I could feel that she's trying to catch me if I'm not telling the truth to them. "It's in my bag," I said. "The book I borrowed is in my bag.'' They both exchanged looks. "Can we see that book you borrowed at the library?" she said. I breathe in deeply. "Why do you want to see that book, huh? Is that important to show you the book I borrowed? It's just a book and you shouldn't see it," I said. They both nodded at me. Our professor has arrived so we became silent inside the classroom. I breathed deeply again and whispered, "Thank God for saving me today. They didn't see that there's no book I borrowed at the library."