Stampy Books の小説・ストーリー

“No, fantasy or mystery. Or whatever you’ve got, I guess.” “Mmm, Fantasy. You’re going to be featuring in a few of mine,” Stumpy grinned. He took my plate and finished my food, then washed it up and put my silverware and the plate back in their respective stacks. “Come this way,” he said afterward. I followed Stumpy back to his tent but refused to go inside, which made Stumpy laugh. He came out with three battered books - one fantasy, one mystery, and, indeed, one romance. “I’m the local library,” he explained.

She flinched, hand flying to the scab on her neck. "Just a scratch," she muttered. No way she was bringing up the whole kidnapping thing. Liam didn't push. Just asked if she'd seen a doctor. When she nodded, he let it go. She let out a quiet breath. At Arya's place, Liam nudged a bunny-print pink blanket toward her on the couch. "Thought you might need this. If it's not your vibe, I'll swap it." Serena blushed. "Thanks." He passed her a glass of water, then gave her a quick apartment tour. She must've looked out of place, because something flickered in his eyes—maybe disappointment.

There was a bushman spearing a tiger, a momma holding a baby with corkscrewed dredlocks, a man's form folded artfully against a woman's. Troy inhaled. It smelled good in here, too, like cherry candles. She had a nice size T.V. in a mahogany wood entertainment cabinet. Troy looked at some of the books and cd's she had there. She read a lot, mostly fiction but some autobiographies and medical reference books. He scanned the titles; Reflexology, Art of massage, and many books on hair. Juicy came back into the room and Troy turned quickly, suddenly feeling really uncomfortable. It was time to go. He needed to go. He walked purposefully to the door.

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He flipped open the book she had just read, which was no longer a boring and tasteless medical book, but a comic book written by Jimmy. Blake was naturally not interested in these childish things, but he continued to flip through them one by one, rubbing his fingers on the pages as if Avery's body temperature and smell were still there. When the book reached the last page, the title page was filled with a short poem: "We watch fish love birds, cats love mice, dinosaurs and frogs, princesses, and princesses, we see meteors fly past, we watch trees bloom, and I cannot wait for you to fall in love with my miracle!"

Stapsy ❣️ 🍭🍭🍭🍭 To be continued