That Novel Corner Novels & Stories

The floor creaked loudly underneath my boots as my eyes scanned every corner. Something about this place felt wrong, but I didn’t know what it was. It felt like someone had gone through so much effort to make it look abandoned. I spotted a small bookshelf in the corner and crouched beside it. Most of the shelves were empty, but this one wasn’t. There were a few books, and I pulled one free, then another, and another. I flipped through them and saw that they were just ordinary books. I sighed. I was beginning to think this entire trip had been a waste until my eyes landed on something odd. One shelf sat slightly farther than the others at an odd angle. My eyes narrowed, and slowly I reached o

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It's come to my notice that I actually do that to him a lot. "Rica wait!" he's voice boomed through out the library. I turned back and gave him a look like he was crazy, I mean he might have as well been, didn't he know the librarian Mrs Agboola was a no nonsense woman, she could banned us permanently from the Library. Dili probably might have not cared about that but I strongly did. The library was my only form of safehaven in school, and I was very determined to keep it that way. "I don't think the people at Zuma rock heard you well, why not be a little louder ehn" I whispered sarcastically with yet another eye roll.

I spat at them, giving them one last look before walking out of the room, my hips swaying, head raised high as the sound of my booth echoed loudly, leaving behind it, clear warnings to the corrupted elders. ___________ I walked into my room, the air felt different. Something hid behind the corners. I was certain of it, i shut my eyes, straining my ears and I heard it. A breathing, different from mine. A scent that wasn't mine filled the room. A small smile crept unto my face as I opened my eyes. “Hiding behind the corners, I see.” I said, eyes scanning the room. Then he emerged from the corners, his steps slow and calculated. A huge grin on his face.

It was the silence. No jazz crackling from the backroom speaker. No Sadie-Rae humming along. Just the creak of floorboards under Nova's boots as she sauntered past the poetry section.The register light blinked. But the camera above it—a new one installed last week, was dark. Unplugged. She stepped behind the counter and knelt. The cable hadn't come loose; it had been intentionally removed. Nova swallowed hard, her pulse ticking up. She stood again, scanning the shop. And that's when she saw it. A slip of paper wedged behind the spine of a hardcover anthology. The same book where she'd once found a flower she hadn't placed. Nova eased it out carefully. This wasn't Sadie-Rae's handwriting. The

Went for the grey tweed dress with the square neckline and fitted waist. At seven thirty, I was ready. The Corner Table was about half an hour across town, so I had Geoffrey call the car. The driver took a side route. We pulled up at seven fifty. I got out and headed through the glass doors. Despite the name, The Corner Table wasn’t a diner. Crystal lighting, slate floors, velvet walls, the whole thing smelled like bergamot and polished wood. I’d barely stepped in when the maître d’ approached me. ‘Good evening, miss, do you have a reservation?’

~ Lucien Blackwood ~ The Corinthian Hotel was a monument to excess, a gilded cage where the city's most dangerous predators wore silk ties and drank vintage scotch. I stood in the deep shadows of the mezzanine gallery, leaning my elbows against the cold stone railing. From up here, the gala looked like a choreographed dance of lies.

"When are you going to wake up?" He didn't respond. He couldn't, of course. In the corner, I saw a shelf of books that had both recent and vintage leather-bound novels. I looked over the spines till I saw "The Warrior and the Wolf." Fascinating. Startled at the underlined sections, I pulled it down. The book has been loved on, as seen by the notes in the margins. There were some thoughtful notes. A little snarky. As I read them, I laughed. I certainly did not anticipate a vicious Alpha to act in this manner.

Running a hand down my face with a muffled curse, I stepped through the doorway. In a couple of minutes, Lily led me to a large room with so much windows and air, and had glass sculptures and décor matching the clear white color of the couches. Cora was reclining on one of them, beautiful as ever, black hair flowing down her arms, her summer dress pooling around her crossed ankles, with her eyes focused on some book. A romance novel, like she always used to do back since I was a fucking kid.

It's such a beautiful corner to stay in, such a paradise. We continued roaming again 'till we entered a room full of giant shelves and books. There was a table at the corner where a man was sitting with his book up in Infront of his face. I assumed the room was a library office; a huge one. As we approached closer to the man who was still busy reading his book, I swallowed deeply. Fenris didn't even warn me that he was already going to introduce me to someone. My trembling feet wanted to stop like there was a magnet through the door, forcing me to run away.