Stray Books Novels & Stories

--- 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.

Little did I know, the spark was about to become a raging inferno, courtesy of something far beyond the mortal realm. It started on a rainy Friday night. I’d come home exhausted from a long week, my blouse clinging to my skin from the downpour outside. I kicked off my heels, letting them thud against the hardwood floor, and poured myself a glass of merlot. The apartment felt emptier than usual; my last girlfriend had left months ago, citing my “workaholic tendencies” as the reason. Truth be told, I missed the warmth of a body next to mine, the soft curves and whispered promises in the dark. To distract myself, I rummaged through the old box of junk in my closet— relics from my rebellious pha

Thousands of abandoned books rested upon the silent sand. Some were half-buried. Others lay open, their pages completely blank. The woman whispered, "These are all unfinished stories..." The First Reader nodded. "Every story abandoned by its Author eventually arrives here." Adrian stepped onto the cold sand. The moment his foot touched the shore... every abandoned book trembled. One by one... their pages began turning. Not by wind. By recognition. A faint whisper rose from every direction. "Author..." "Please..." "Finish us..." Thousands of voices.

Sunrays bathed the entire room as numbers of books trampled on the floor with loud noises. Several books and dozens of papers scattered from the files, which Jim couldn’t understand where to stick those papers back to. He just stuffed them abruptly in those files randomly and put them back from where they dropped.

The shuffle of hangers, the low hum of a dusty radio playing soft rock in the background, the occasional exclamation from a customer who’s found a hidden gem. In the back corner, I discover a wooden crate filled with books. My fingers hover over the spines, titles half faded, pages worn. I crouch down and start flipping through them, the paper whispering under my touch. Valerie appears beside me a moment later with a woven basket in one hand and a sequined scarf slung dramatically around her neck. “Any treasure?” she asks, crouching beside me. “Not sure yet,” I murmur, pulling out a leather bound book with a cracked spine. The title is barely legible. Myths of the Forgotten Realms. My breath

“I REALLY wanted to slap you, bigtime!” Shean turned to her angry friend. They are currently at the book fair and watching the publishing house program they both work for. They both have a book to launch. Summer is in fantasy-romance, while her… well, her hard-working erotic-romance. Yes. She finally created one, and it was easy to hit social media when they posted some chapters. Even before the book comes out, many are already waiting. That is why the management decided to release her first erotic novel at the annual Manila International Book Fair.

He raised his eyelids, pulled off the towel on his neck, and pulled out the notebook. He turned a page casually, just turned to the latest one. Jacob raised a little interest. He had no consciousness of respecting the kid's privacy at all, wrinkled his eyes sleepily, and swept it down. The title is "A Stray Dog"—— Wednesday, June 24, 2009, cloudy.

It was quiet, almost sacred, with sunlight streaming through the large windows and rows of books inviting me to lose myself in their worlds. I wandered through the aisles aimlessly until I stumbled across a section on business biographies. My fingers hovered over the spines until I spotted one that looked familiar: Against All Odds: The Rise of Evan Bennett. I pulled the book from the shelf, my heart racing. I hadn't known a biography about him existed. The cover featured a candid photo of Evan, his piercing eyes staring directly at the camera.

he commanded, Melissa gave a slight nod, I stared at his back, his retreating figure walking out the door. With him went my last shred of hope, I no longer had a place in the pack. My parents refused to let me return. If I stayed this way, it was only a matter of time before I went feral. That was what had happened to the ones who took Lason from me. Without a pack, they had become mindless killers, driven only by the need to destroy. The thought twisted my gut. I was no different from them, cast out and left to survive on my own. No family. No future.

Her text read, "Hey girl. Sorry I've been ghosting you… Vance and I have been a little busy. He's magnificent by the way (I'll have to tell you all the deets). Would you want to come catch up? The stray compound has an amazing indoor pool with a fantastic view. You should come see it!" Lucy was thrilled she could see her friend again. She texted back right away and started to clean up the table after finishing her coffee. She was looking forward to talking with Sara. Perhaps Sara could give her advice on the topic of mates. ***** Later that morning, Lucy pulled up to the stray compound realizing this was her first time visiting Gabriel's home. From what she understood, the strays who had bee