The First Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

Hashmuk wrapped his hands around Kelvin's waist as they walked inside the Reservet Restaurant. Kelvin had a wide smile on his face because of how happy he was. That was their first ever official date, and he was excited about it. "This is where you guys stayed the first day you came here." Hashmuk whispered against his ears, earning a giggle from him.

I burnt Rome to the ground, blamed it on the Christians. Created the bubonic plague, and set it loose on the humans. They didn’t stand a chance. Oh all the countless wars ‘in the name of Christ,’ I started. Helped the Romans sack Jerusalem and the list goes on and on. The havoc I caused, the millions I slaughtered with absolutely no mercy.

I’d no sooner shifted my weight to lift myself from my cozy cocoon when his strong arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me to him. How do I describe what happened next? It was like a dream, or perhaps a scene from one of the romance stories I downloaded from the internet book stores. It was definitely closer to those wonderfully erotic and girlish dreams I had for all those years. The disappointing memories of our first time together were diminished by the deliciousness of the moment. This should have been my first time making love with him.

she added. I took the book up, trying to check the contents. Both of the books looked so pretty and beautiful. The designs around the book were very attractive. The first book read ‘how to become a first time mom by Hillian gray’ while the second book read ‘what to expect when you're expecting by Felit Rochelle’. These were beautiful books, and I was sure the contents inside would be beautiful too. “Thank you Dr. Smith” I said, as I dropped the book back on my lap, giving her a graceful smile.

The number 42 was the answer to the meaning of life, the universe, and everything else, but the first one is a bit complicated, as it referred to “Helen of Troy” ************* Note: Don't forget to like, comment, and share the book! This really helps it grow on the platform.

The warm glow is enough for me, as my feet shuffle towards the books. All first collections. My fingers reach for their spines as I go from row to row, my eyes getting even wider as I move. Jane Austen’s first collection. To Kill a Mockingbird. Pride and Prejudice. Crime and Punishment. Ulysses. The Great Gatsby. These had to have cost a fortune. I reach the end of the top row and grab a book. Jane Eyre. A door cracks open in a corner, but it sounds so far away that I don’t move. Until a second later when I hear footsteps right behind me.

I really want to go there. "In the book store?" I answer who looks like a question. Stone just nod before he walks and I follow him. Seconds passed by and I can finally smell the texture of the books with a twist of smell of coffee and wine. I excitedly go to fictional books erea. I scan the whole shelves until I saw a classic old book. My eyes shine as I look at the cover. "Wow!" I excitedly look at Stone. "This is the very first cover of this book!"

Cela remains disappointed. "C'mon. It's not like they bought everything. They just thought of giving the books as Christmas presents apart from the corporate giveaways. You must know that your mother enjoyed your first book so much. Too bad that she passed before the second one is out," Nanny Rita continued. "You've always been loyal to her," Cela said.

I replied, feeling astonished. “Well, if you ever want to satisfy that curiosity of yours, you’ll find your answers in here, I’m sure of it.” “There’s so many books… not that, that’s a bad thing, it’s just made me even more fascinated”. “Well, this one…”he said as he pulled out a small white hardback book and blew off a cobweb. “This was written by the first of your kind that ever came here.” He told me as he held it out for me to take.

but now there were too many unknowns spines sitting on the dusty, wooden shelves. I started running my fingers over the spines of all the books. Reading the titles off of the white paper that was pasted on their spine. I didn't know where to begin, I didn't know which book would give me answers to my questions. Maybe I should've grown a pair and asked the witch but lord it was so scary to be there, I just didn't want to risk it after I had gotten a way to fix myself. My eyes suddenly fell on a very familiar, red leather cover bound book which was as huge as my face. I took out "A history of the first wolf", remembering all the numerous times I had dragged my brother Apollo here, so he could