That Novel Corner Novels & Stories

“Something like that. But softer. She might not know anything. Or she might know too much. We play it by ear.” We turned the corner and spotted the small gallery tucked between two old buildings. Warm light spilled out onto the wet street. A sign above the door read “Charlotte’s Corner” in simple white letters. My heart beat faster as we pushed the door open. A bell jingled softly. The place smelled of paint and coffee. Canvases covered the walls showing city scenes and portraits full of color and life.

I reached the Coffee corner a little bit earlier. When I entered the place, there were very few customers and it was quiet. I sat on the table right next to the window. Among the entire customer, I just noticed the one who was sitting at the corner table, and his face was buried behind the newspaper. I ordered a cup of black coffee and fixed my eyes outside the window with the hope of seeing Angee walking in any second. But I startled when I heard someone, “walked in earlier than I had thought… that's impressive."

It had been a long time since she had touched such delightful books, and now, picking them up again, the attraction had an added layer. The weather was terrible. After lunch, a drizzle began to patter outside the window. The tap-tap of water droplets hitting the tin roof rang incessantly. Reading in the dim light made Lin Yilan a bit dizzy. She pushed the book aside to take a break when suddenly, there was a noise outside the door. There were scattered footsteps of more than one person. A stray dog somewhere was kicked, letting out a yelp before jumping up and fleeing in panic. Voices drew nearer, sounding like several children conversing.

Mia shivered but said nothing. Inside, the library was eerily quiet. Dust motes floated in the air, and their footsteps echoed unnaturally. Anna led them to the corner where they had found the book, the faint smell of damp paper and mildew growing stronger.

Chapter 53: Stepping Back Into the Light The first place Nora went after weeks of hiding was the corner café two streets away from Trisha’s apartment. It wasn’t special. Just a quiet spot with scratched wooden tables, warm lighting, and the smell of coffee that lingered in the air like a promise. But to Nora, it felt monumental. Every step toward the door felt like an act of courage, like a tiny rebellion against the fear that had defined her life for so long.

He was staring at something in the far corner, only a small ray of light had fallen on something that was shining in the corner. And that is when I realized what he saw. Hastily, I ran towards the corner and pulled the curtain away that had flown on the glass box, hiding it from all of our eyes. I had simply forgotten it existed because I had never gone to that corner again. Abandoned in a corner and hidden behind all the rows upon rows of books was a single book encased in a glass case. Xenos slowly got up from the chair and began walking towards it, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

“I am an old fellow, I won't look my eyes out; but I'1l call everybody this minute, let others stare at you.” “I'11 come down!” cried Basira. With that, Zastar turned toward the side of the house. “As God lives, somebody is coming!” said he. In fact, from behind the corner appeared young Adam Novoveski, who, coming on horseback, had tied his beast at the side-gate and passed around the house himself, wishing to enter through the main door. Basira, seeing him, was on the ground in two springs, but too late. Unfortunately, Sir Adam had seen her springing from the ladder, and stood confused, astonished, and covered with blushes like a young girl. Basira stood before him in the same way, till a

On the other side of the room, a bookshelf sat in the corner, displaying an assortment of well-arranged books and a few files. In general, the room felt cozy and peaceful. It was just... "Wow! " Christiana exclaimed in awe. She headed to the bookshelf. Her eyes scanned the books and finally landed on a novel. Christian's eyes lit in excitement and she took it. It was one of her favorite novels; VERITY BY COLLEN HOOVER.

No touch of cement was there, at least not visible to the bare eyes. And inside was filled with tons of books. The bookshelves were touching the ceiling, and there was a wooden spiral staircase by which a book lover could read a book from the top of the shelf. There were many chairs-tables in one corner and lamps set over the head, indicating that the place was for those who want to read comfortably. The place was segregated with translucent glass, the word 'reader's corner' written in white bold letters on the glass walls did not escape Maze's eyes.

Getting out of the office later than anybody else because they kept piling files onto my desk, I go to my small apartment. It’s cozy, so I don’t care, and the best thing is that it has a little space with a bow window, making it really romantic. There is where I installed my cozy reading corner, with a chaise long and many colored pillows. I let my purse slide to the floor and as I slip out of my shoes about to take a book off the shelf and already wanting to change into my pjs as I always do, I halt in my movements. Looking down at the illuminated street, something clicks in me, causing a strange desire to stream through me.