That Novel Corner Novels & Stories

After a while, the quiet was broken by the sound of footsteps approaching the dining room. Corner entered, dressed neatly as always, and greeted everyone politely before bowing slightly. “Good evening, ma’am. Good evening, everyone,” he said respectfully. He then walked straight toward Ryder, bowing again as he reached his side. From his briefcase, he brought out a brown file and placed it carefully in front of Ryder. “Sir, I have come to return the file,” Corner said. Ryder looked up immediately, his expression changing to surprise. His brows furrowed as he stared at the file sitting on the table. It was the same one he had been searching for all morning — the file about the Snake Gang.

It wrapped around me like a blanket, soothing and fragile, just enough to keep me from panicking in the hall. I went straight to my favorite corner—the desk by the window where the sunlight always hit just right—and reached for a book on the shelf. A novel, something new: All the Hidden Places. The title alone promised escape. I opened it, hoping the words would distract me, but they refused to stick. My eyes scanned the page, but my mind refused to follow.

I had a corner I'd claimed without declaring it — the window seat at the far end, where afternoon light came in at an angle that was perfect for reading and the view outside was just garden and sky, no walls visible from that position if you sat exactly right. I liked that. The illusion of boundlessness, even a small one. I was deep in a novel — a nineteenth century one, naturally, a woman navigating a world that had been entirely arranged without her input — when I heard the door. I didn't look up immediately. Mara sometimes checked on me, and I'd learned her footsteps. These were different. Heavier. More deliberate. I looked up.

Noel declared. And then I suddenly remembered. “Wait! There was a journal in that corner the last time I was here, but I was unable to read its content.” I said as I was still baffled that I had forgotten about that all along. “I know that book,” Aiden added.

I pressed my lips together and looked at the floor. "Nova Calloway," he said again. "Her routine. Where she spends time alone in the compound." I thought about Nova's reading room. The cream walls and the floor to ceiling bookshelves and the way the afternoon light came through the white curtains and she sat in it with her notebook writing things that made her smile to herself. Aurora crawling across the rug toward her. "I don't know," I whispered. He hit me again. My head snapped sideways and I tasted copper and the chair scraped against the concrete and I hung there in the zip ties for a moment that lasted a long time.

ELVIS POV “Flashback to the past" Curled into one of the plush armchairs tucked away in the farthest corner of the library, I tapped one foot against the tiled floor. The other idly nudged at the edge of my shoe. A fiction novel sat open across my lap, wedged between the stiff, unread pages of a schoolbook. I hadn’t been here in a while. The library was nearly deserted, and in my corner, I was completely alone.

Once Nimbe left, she slowly traced the books of the case, her fingers hovering over their worn spines. "Organized alphabetically by author?" He hummed in response, though she would have assumed he wasn't really reading his book, but she decided to pretend she didn't care. She sighed slightly as she slowly began to worm her way towards the 'W's laggardly, her head taking in more of the room- of the rich red walls and dark furniture that contrasted dramatically with the rest of the house. In the corner was a tall portrait, its frame stretching from the ceiling to the floor. Instead of the usual landscape, it was a faded image of a woman in a plain grey dress with a white collar, her hair brush

I stand and lean against the car, waiting for her to say we can take off the blindfolds. "Okay, look." Her words have me unwrapping the blindfold, my eyes settle on the sign Just Dream Book Corner The words are big, and stand out. I'm lost over the name, but whatever, I expected something like Smut Stop considering that's pretty much the main theme she made this book store. "Oh my god!" She stamos her feet and we look at her. "It looks amazing angel," I smile at her. It does, the windows have books showcased in them, along with cushions making it a comfortable reading area. We can't see much inside yet though.

It was painful, sending sharp pricks of pain through my scalp but it only fueled the need for me to bury myself inside her. Condom," I stated, lowering my hands to squeeze her ass cheeks as she straddled me. It was thick, soft and big. The perfect fucking size. She reached over to the nightstand, opening it roughly and quickly rummaged through the items. Nova pulled out an aluminium foil square. I was impatient, grinding my dick through her slit while she opened the wrapper.The yearning to sink myself into her started to hit full force. I never wanted anything more.

She didn't fight the new authors with violence; she fought them with Style. ​Nora closed her eyes and reached for the "Midnight Blue" essence of Chapter 1. She didn't want the world’s versions of her; she wanted the version that belonged only to the man who first looked at her across a ballroom. ​The Brooklyn bookstore dissolved. The smell of dust and printer ink was replaced by the scent of Oud, Vintage Champagne, and Rain-Slicked Marble. ​The Return to the Penthouse ​When Nora opened her eyes, she was standing in the center of the Grand Ballroom of the Vane Estate in the Hamptons.