Sweet Home Libraries Novels & Stories

Even though they paid for the drink, it was such a comfort to have one predictable thing in their life when everything else seemed to change at a moment's notice. "That's not a bad idea," Ellie agreed and they walked slowly toward the library. "I wonder if the librarian has a suggestion." "Probably. She always does," Amanda said with a snort. Ellie chuckled lightly, remembering last week when she and Amanda had gone in to get a couple of books for research and left with a stack of twenty between them. The librarian, Mrs. Beech, had a suggestion for everything. "Did you ever read that book she suggested? The one about the legends?" Ellie asked Amanda. Amanda had taken the book first and Ellie

Nestled in the center of the wicker: • A bag of local caramel chocolates, the exact kind she always stole from the library bowl. • A small-batch honey jar with a handwritten tag: Sweet, like you. • A candle she’d never seen before — Ember + Pine — smoky, wild, warm. It smelled like a place she hadn’t known she missed. • And lying neatly folded on top, a forest green hoodie with his ranch’s logo stitched over the heart… …and his scent all over the fabric. Masculine. Clean. A little leather. All Kade.

she replied her and when she noticed the worry on her face, she said, “Be at ease. There is nothing to worry about.” Like a spell, Amber suddenly felt relaxed and she walked to one of the shelves before pulling out a book. A frown came to form on her face and she pulled out few other books before placing them back in its place. Turning her body to look at the woman, she said to her, “Your library is for cookbooks, flower characteristics and Animal instincts?” “Mm, what were you expecting?” the woman answered, not looking at her and Amber scoffed. “I thought you might have some fictional books with some genres like Teen, Young Adult, Billionaire and Romance but I can’t find any of that right

Flashback I was resting my head on Joss's shoulder, watching the movie 'Ever So Sweet' (haha, the book title), which was a romantic comedy movie. About one hour passed, and I was having a heated argument in my mind about how I was going to tell my best friend about my situation, the confessions, and dating... Everyone might say, go for it, but I was so scared regardless, knowing Joss was accepting.

It is a Volapuk, an Esperanto established by a deliberate convention between those who cultivate that discipline. That is why these books are easier to translate from one language to another. Actually, in every country these are written almost entirely in the same language. That being the case, men who speak the authentic language in which they are apparently written often find these books to be hermetic, unintelligible, or at least very difficult to understand.” “In all fairness, I must admit you are right and also tell you I am beginning to perceive certain mysteries in the verbal relationships between individuals that I had

“In any case, that won’t solve the problem.” I walk fast and catch up to him, stepping alongside him. “No, I guess not. But I’m craving something sweet and delicious.” I say the latter with a double meaning. Will notices because he glances at me sideways. I feel the blood rush up my neck and pool in my cheeks; I lower my head to hide the redness of my face, hoping he didn’t see it. We walk one more block before stopping in front of the large building ahead of us, where it reads in black letters with silver borders:

Next to her was a younger woman who was also pregnant like me. “How did you find out, Ma’am?” Peter asked the older woman. She could not help but smile. “Because you look sweet,” she replied quickly. I shut my lips tight. Those few words made me slow down, but only for a moment. Sweet? Where is the sweet in there? “Where did you find your husband? I also want someone a husband as handsome as yours?” Suddenly a woman chuckled. I think she was with the pregnant woman who was in front of me.

Why didn't you at least call to say where you were, I was about to call the police. Me; I'm fine Jace, got caught with something. JACE; or someone. He starts ranting about how he succeeded in getting me to relieve stress even if he didn't get Mrs. Basma. I just shook my head, sighing before I cut off the call. I groan, inhaling the scent of 'her' that was still in the car and on my body I kinda Snell like her, its like strawberry and pines. So appealing. I rub my hands on my face before starting the car, still thinking about yesterday, it was the best I ever had, I really hope I could do it again with 'her'

Blackridge hoards. It takes three wrong turns and one awkward encounter with a librarian who clearly doesn’t want me here before I find it: a door tucked behind rows of leather-bound yearbooks. “Archives” stenciled in peeling gold paint. My heart kicks against my ribs. I glance over my shoulder. Empty hallway. No cameras, at least none I can see. The knob is stiff, but it turns. Inside, the air smells like dust and ink. Shelves sag with old boxes, stacked haphazardly, labels curling at the edges. Some marked by year, others by cryptic initials. A single bulb flickers overhead, throwing shadows across the room.

"I came back to claim what is mine and that is you! You still belong to me! Fight me all you want but a piece of advice honey, just save your energy for sex. I swear that I will f*ck your brains out over and over again real soon!" I was glad that he did what we agreed on. He didn't text nor call me the whole day of Sunday. At least I had a peaceful life even for just one day. I opted to stay home to declutter. I did the laundry too and went grocery shopping in a nearby supermarket. The next day which was a Monday, I was also relieved when Irma told me that Trevor had a three-day business trip. I couldn't help smiling because my peaceful life would continue for a few more days.