Taken Books Novels & Stories

“Who taught her? Obviously you’re hugging—” “We’re going to the basement now,” William said as he walked toward the basement. His hand still pulls Claire’s ear. Suddenly Tiara remembered two books that she borrowed from the library yesterday. She hasn’t read it yet. Then, the girl walked up the stairs and into the room. Her tiny hand grabbed two thick books from a wooden shelf and placed them on the study table. She turned on the reading light. Then Tiara took the first book. The book with a thickness of about ten centimeters has beautiful carvings on the outside. She began reading word for word on the first sheet of the book.

Hahahaha. When Stella gives her husband a blow job apology. Haha. Just kill me. Thank you all for reading TAKEN, if you have any questions. Click on this line and ask them. Love you all. From : Hedi_mahlo Signed 2021

I looked up again, paranoid that some person would walk in even though I had locked the door and no person would be able to enter. I looked back down and hurriedly took out the books before I began to page through them. I have never been so glad to be able to read as I am at this moment, or else it would have been futile for me to even be prying. I opened the first leather bound book and found it to be a book on receipts of payments. I paged through it to make sure, and was met with the same thing with each turn of the page. I closed the book and moved on to the next. I was met with more receipt books recording payments made for me.

But something had shifted. I passed a bookstore with its lights still on. In the window was a sign: GED Prep Books Clearance Sale. I stared at it for a long time before making up my mind to check it out. The woman behind the counter looked up when I entered. I didn’t speak. Just pointed at the book in the window. “That one’s five,” she said. I pulled out a crumpled five-dollar bill from my pocket and handed it over. Walking home with that book felt like stealing light from the sky.

she replied as she traced her hands over the books on one of the shelf. "Ha,Ta-da!" She said excitedly as she brought out two books and placed it on a nearby table. "What's that" I asjed ,moving closer to her. "Sheba,Sheba,Sheba....got it!" She tapped the book. "Let's take this one,we have to return it in a week,because every week the books are examined.... Not one must be missing" I nodded still surprised as to how she knows a lot about the palace even when she is new here.

It was industrial, bolted and so out of place. He didn’t say anything, he just keyed in a code, waited for a soft click and then the air hissed the way do. The lights inside flickered to life one after the one, revealing rows upon rows of books, bound in leather, ribbon, and velvet. Stacks of brittle notes, sealed drawers, scrolls in temperature-controlled glass. Nirvana feet took action before she could stop it and her eyes looked around as if trying to assimilate everything and commit it to memory.

Sammy turned off the alarm and unlocked the door. Once in her familiar surroundings, she immediately felt better. Turning on the lights, she headed to the checkout, taking off her jacket as she went: - I'll turn on the computer, Mr. Becker, wait a bit? “Of course,” said the teacher, who came in after him. - I saw an interesting book here ... It seems that it was somewhere here. Becker delved into the assortment of books on the shelf, and Sammy waited for the system to boot, meanwhile going to the back room and finding the book he ordered - the orders were stored separately.

Then, on the small table near the hearth, something caught her eye. A stack of books. Sitting apart from the travel things — not included in any obvious way in the preparations, not set out for packing. Tied loosely with a strip of faded ribbon, worn comfortable with handling. Not court ledgers. Not prayer texts or official correspondence. The corners were soft with use, the spines familiar with being opened. Stories, by the look of them. Naska nodded toward them, already reaching for the next gown. “Do you want these packed as well?”

Let’s come back in the morning or tomorrow to get the books. Taran shakes his head before writing: ‘Let me borrow your jacket, backpack, and anything else holding your scent. It should cover mine enough they won’t get suspicious.’ I doubt my jacket will fit him, but I hand it to him along with my bag. Taran puts the bag over his shoulder then drapes my jacket over his arms as if he’s carrying it for me. I take the books and head to the counter. My heart is racing as I set the books on the checkout counter along with my card.

Miss Han interjects, shaking her head at my antics and holding out an expectant hand, one eyebrow rising. I beam at her, making a gesture of zipping my mouth shut. Then I hand over my library card and unpack my backpack on her table, yanking out berets, then my personal textbooks, a few notebooks, before finally getting to the library textbooks I’d checked out last two or three weeks.