Sula Books Novels & Stories

You can return anything to any of the other libraries. Once Sally was outside, she opened the book. Flashes of images starting running through her mind like a video on fast forward. Only these were images of the scrolls and certain symbols stood out to her. She was vaguely aware of her team trying to reach her, but it was like the book stole their speed. They were moving slower than in slow motion. The book was giving her the answers she needed and when it was done, she fell to the pavement and started to scream. Her head was pounding worse than a migraine.

When will he see me as a desirable______. Blake didn’t finish when a blushing Susan pulled it away from him. “I’m sorry, Mr. Elon, this was left by my neighbor. She’s into romance novels,” Susan explained, holding the book to her chest as in protecting the words written in the book from his prying eyes. “It’s okay. So your neighbor like romance novels?” Blake asked, rising from the couch and looking Susan deeply into her eyes. “Sh, she does. It helps her relax over a hard time at the office, and she finds it a good escape.” Susan said quickly, turning so she wouldn’t have to look at Blake, secretly placing the book into her bag. “I’m ready to leave if you are.”

Sylvia only ever occasionally shared money and leftovers, so none of them would eventually remember her. Her eyes suddenly stung, thinking back on what she had left behind. ‘Ah. I shouldn’t be like this.’ ‘I’ll see them again someday.’ Sylvia yawned, her vision slowly turning hazy. Her body had relaxed, and her consciousness began to slip away again. ‘Before the slums burn down …’ “I’ll keep you safe,” she mumbled as the afternoon breeze rolled in with the scent of mud and decay. -gn_cc-

S, Sylvia. The note was new, the ink clear. This was a book Linus had been consulting recently. That meant Sylvia's note was kept in a book he touched almost every day. I held that thin piece of paper and started shaking. It was more lethal than any flirtatious message. Because it lived in the very centre of Linus's inner world, the place that symbolised his reason and intellect. Sylvia's thanks were so refined, so perfectly aligned with his values. This was something I had never given him. What I brought him were emotional storms, physical entanglements, and endless trouble.

With our meals eaten, we moved to the living room to read. Sarael already had the book from Shea and another old book out waiting for me on the sofa. “So, what is the other book?” I asked, nodding to it. “Oh, that’s one of mine. It’s the book I used for binding Isis. I am hoping there will be something about unbinding her inside.” she explained, picking the book up.

“Excuses….. excuses….. excuses. I guess that is the only thing you are good at.” “ I am not making an excuse. People are allowed to keep the book for more than a week if they make a special application.” She tried to say in an even tone but it wavered slightly towards the end. “Whatever! I have no time to waste on people like you.” She said airily and stormed out of the door. “What a great way to start the day,” Sia muttered under her breath and checked the register to ensure that all the entries were in order. Then she walked along the shelves, running her hand over the books. She halted when she reached the ‘Fantasy’ section and pulled out a book titled, ‘Survival’.

5 years ago, I was blessed to open a publishing house as well. E.H. Publishing has had success with multiple top-selling books, and awards. I am grateful for my success, and the benefits packages that accompany it but, were I being honest with myself, I feel empty. It has been several decades since I felt a woman embrace. I have tried, I have tried to move on but, soon all becomes dust in the wind and I have yet to find someone who touches my soul just as my sweet Eliza did. I will never again be able to see her, feel her again.

The city sky had grown dark to a mellow gray, the kind that swathed everything in gentleness—buildings, trees, people. Rain still lingered in the air, shrouding the windows of **Chapter & Soul** in a soft mist. Inside, the world progressed more slowly, more softly. It was perfumed with old books, chamomile tea, and something sweet that Lena had baked and not labeled.

Sophia Six months later, the city feels like a different place. Or maybe it’s just me. The book sits heavy in my lap, its cover glossy, my name embossed in silver letters. Glass Houses: The Rise and Fall of Elena Vasquez. It feels strange, holding the story of the last year in my hands, bound and permanent, when so much of it felt like smoke and mirrors at the time. It’s called a bestseller now and award committees whisper my name. But all I can think about is how Marrin trembled on the stand, how Herbert sweated through his wire, how Elena smiled as if the walls were collapsing around someone else.

she said, smiling happily at the thought of their first grandchild. “Hopefully, ma. By the way, I’m here to get my books.” “The ones by Jakara Blue? Yes, it’s on the bookshelf in your room.” Later in my room, I indeed saw about ten books by Jakara Blue that were arranged neatly on a shelf. I picked one of them and traced the embossed author’s name with my finger. This explained why I used the name Jakara Blue as my new name in Japan. It must be because I was an avid reader of Jakara Blue’s books. Remembering about my purpose in coming here, I started opening the folders that were arranged on another corner of the shelf. I had the habit of placing important documents in a folder.