That Novel Corner Novels & Stories

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.

**Trigger Warning - This book contains theme's some people find disturbing. It is a dark story - it contains mention of rape and dub-con. If you don't like stories with dubious consent do not read - (It is called BLACKMAILED by the BULLY people... this is the title and THEME of the book) Much love and thanks for reading x** Alice stood on the corner on Monroe Avenue, staring at the house four doors down. Outwardly, there was nothing terrifying about the property—a three-bed red brick terrace similar to others in the row, and not dissimilar to her own.

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.

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“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.

For the corner of my eyes, I saw his grip tightened on the steering. “I wasn’t mocking them,” he said quietly and I scoffed. The tears slid down my cheeks. Of course he would defend himself. The mighty Chaise Crownell would never apologise for anything. In his eyes, he could never be wrong. “I just meant to say that they have no means to contact you. They don’t even like the city, that's why you always visit them at the end of every year…” I didn’t respond to that. He could defend himself all he wanted. I felt his gaze on me but didn’t look at him.

“He’s been in the same pot since the investigation. Also Lily wants to know if the new baby’s room can have a reading corner. She specified it is not a structural element. She is offering it as a suggestion only.” She felt it arrive. The warmth of it. The specific quality of a man who knew that the right thing to say at one in the morning after a fight about grief and methodology was about a succulent and an eight year old’s reading corner. “Tell her yes to the reading corner,” she said. “I will,” he said. She moved closer. He put his arm around her.

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."

Their first stop was at the Corner Store. A tiny, locally-run shop nestled between two old brick buildings with faded awnings and plants spilling out of mismatched pots. Elena had brought Mia here when they were just teens. Back then, it was where they’d buy ridiculously sweet candy, soda in glass bottles, and cheap trinkets they never needed. As they walked in, the tiny bell above the door jingled, just like it used to. The smell was the same, warm sugar, old paperbacks, and a hint of cinnamon.