That Novel Corner Novels & Stories

"Hey, you got any money? We're a bit broke here. Mind lending us like, all of your money?" The other two people on his back—one with an army cut hair and bronze skin, while the other one with a short ginger hair and freckles—who looked like his friends, maybe, started chuckling among themselves and sneering at Noel. He then looked around to see the other students just walked away, didn't want to get involved with him. Noel pondered a bit. So this is what it felt like to be cornered. He has read this scene countless of times in romance books where the heroine would be cornered by the hero and the heroine would start blushing and her heart skipped a beat.

He turned a page. At noon he closed his book. "Hungry?" he said. "A little." "There was a place on the corner." "I saw it." We put our books in our bags and left the reading room. He kept my hand on the way out, through the narrow aisles and past the front desk where the owner nodded at us without interrupting anything. The restaurant on the corner was small and warm and we got a table by the window and ordered without much deliberation. He looked at me across the table.

But pardon my egotism, and I will proceed with my story about Rice Corner. Does any one wish to know whereabout on this rolling sphere Rice Corner is situated? I don't believe you can find it on the map, unless your eyes are bluer and bigger than mine, which last they can't very well be. But I can tell you to a dot where Rice Corner should be. Just take your atlas—not the last one published, but Olney's, that's the one I studied—and right in one of those little towns in Worcester County is Rice Corner snugly nestled among the gray rocks and blue hills of New England.

Fuentes furthermore stood up from her seat and observed the young girls at the counter. Her grin couldn't be taken away particularly because she could sense the smell of abundance upon the customers at the counter. "Where can I find the novel compartment? I was looking for the taste series since I couldn't find anything online. It's so popular these days." Antoinette Vera implored. "It's at the right corner of this shelf." Astrid replied, she was observing them the moment they arrived at the scene. Renesmee on the other hand seems thrilled upon hearing that strangers are targeting the popular series she's been yearning for.

I stepped out into the hallway and felt, for the first time in three months, that my feet were standing on something I was not about to leave. ___________ Goodness… The corner shop was small and overstocked. Every shelf had too much on it. Cans were stacked in front of other cans, the bread was on top of the cereal because there was nowhere else for the bread to go. A small rotating stand near the door held keychains and lip balm and one single pair of reading glasses that had clearly been there since before I was born. A bell rang when we pushed the door open. I went straight for the crackers.

Chapter Three – The Corner Elena’s POV The moment Daniel dragged me into the corner, my heart began pounding so loudly that I was certain anyone nearby could hear it, the sound echoing in my chest as his grip tightened around my arm with a force that made me wince, though I said nothing, because the sting against my skin was insignificant compared to the ache spreading slowly through my chest. “Why did you come here?” he hissed under his breath, his voice low but sharp with irritation. “Why, Elena? Must you always find a way to disgrace me?”

It was neat and small, tucked into the corner of the page. "Where are you, Naomi?" I whispered. "Are you cold? Are you hungry?" For the first time in my life, I wasn't thinking about the Ashford fortune. I was thinking about a girl in a white coat, lost in a city that didn't care about her. Naomi’s POV The library was quiet, and for that, I was grateful. Mrs. Gable, the librarian, had given me a small desk in the back corner, surrounded by old history books and the smell of parchment. It was the safest I had felt in months.

The specific quality of a space that had more people in it than it was originally sized for. Not overwhelming. Full. The correct kind of full. Salia had her own corner of the living room. Not formally designated. She had designated it herself. The compass needle quality. She had walked to the corner near the bookshelf on her third day of walking. She had stood there. She had looked at the corner. She had sat down. She had looked at us. She had looked at the corner. She had looked at us again. Dad had said: your corner then.

She looked pampered and polished and expensive, like a trophy on display. "There's a book on the nightstand," Lena said quietly as the others began packing up their supplies. "The boss thought you might want something to read while you wait." I walked back to the bedroom on legs that felt like they belonged to someone else. The book was waiting for me on the nightstand, a novel I had never heard of with a cover that showed a woman standing at the edge of a cliff, looking out at a stormy sea. I picked it up and settled into the chair by the window, the silk of my dress rustling against the upholstery.