The House Of The Book 소설 & 이야기

“I'll leave the pleasure of handing that over to you. And Miss Holdman? I like my Personal Acquisitiors tight-lipped, I'm sure you'll have no trouble finding a good one.” I left Alex standing there and entered the elevator. My office was starting to dig its claustrophobic claws into my spirit so I got into one of my numerous sleek black cars and told the driver to take me to The House on the Hill. The House was a gentleman's club located in the heart of downtown Miami. Despite it being a gentleman's club, it was open to members of every gender but it was almost impossible to get in and even with that only a few people could afford to maintain the exorbitant membership fees.

"So sure." The book spun faster under his touch. Pages blurred together until they were just streaks of light and shadow. Then it stopped, settling on a page that looked like all the others but somehow wasn't. "She borrowed and returned the Bloodline Codex." "What is that?" "It is a book that records all supernatural houses. The ones that matter at least." My phone chimed. I fumbled for it, nearly dropping the stack of books in the process. The message was short and impersonal.

A dark silky straight hair and round marble dark eyes that have the color of the night. He continues to find the way, and after a few hours of walking he still hasn't found a single house. It was like a big one as per the woodcutter however, there’s not even a view of the roof or any. He was about to return when he stepped on something. It was a book. Picking it up, there is a burnt part on the cover, so it means the house must have been burnt or collapsed already but it is near. He continues his pursuit until it bears fruit, the remains of the house. The fire looks intentional, seeing how they made sure to burn everything down.

She looks up at me when I move toward one of the shelves, picking a book at random, and sit down. “What are you doing home so soon?” “Nothing,” I reply, and it’s the honest truth. “I’m doing absolutely nothing.” I open the book, flipping through a few pages while the house whispers around us, sending a soft gust of air skittering around the room. I smooth a page down, but the spirit of the house, in a playful, annoying mood, sprints around me–a phantom of silent chaos. A single page rustles before falling flat, and it’s a picture of a forest, lightning bugs dancing, blinking in the gaps between trees.

"Come in." She turned and walked into the house. Valeria looked at Lorenzo. He looked back. They went in. The house was small and full of books. Not decorative books. Read books. Books with cracked spines and bookmarks and notes in the margins in the same leftward-leaning handwriting from the letter. A kitchen at the back. A table. Four chairs. Coffee already made. The woman sat at the table. She placed her hands flat on the surface the way Valeria had learned to place her hands when she needed to be still. The gesture was so familiar it stopped her walking for a moment.

The house was covered in dirt, and even though Elder Ezekiel kept the key to the house with him, he did not think of cleaning the house at all, the entire space was covered with dirt and debris. It was a small house with a touch of those oracle cafes that had a magical ball with beads curtain and all sorts of pouffes sitting all over the place. Two big bookshelves had many books inside the bookshelves, the entire space seemed to be covered with books even the table with the crystal ball had a pile of books on them.

She turned and stepped back into the house. “Well,” she said over her shoulder. “Come inside before the Alpha starts growling.” Cassian did not deny the accusation. Inside, the house smelled strongly of herbs and smoke. Books filled nearly every wall. Old ones. Some bound in leather darker than Ava had ever seen. Others made of strange materials that looked more like bark than paper. Leana cleared a wide wooden table with a quick sweep of her hand. “Let’s see it.” Ava carefully placed the book in front of her.

' Her dad asked ‘ a friend encouraged me to read something I would not normally read’ she replied absent mindedly, touching a few books until she stopped and pulled a book out. The ground shook as the book opened itself shaking off it's possessor with a strong wind The roof of the house creaked from the force of the wind She looked on amazed at the events unfolding before her the home she had for 10 years turned to chaos by the wind coming off from the book yet she could not stop looking at it

Clearly, she did not expect to have guests at this moment. She placed the book down and gave a comforting smile. “Hi, what kind of book do you want to buy?” Arabella only wanted to explore the book house and could not think of a book that she needed to buy. She said in a soft and gentle voice, “I will just take a look.” The lady boss nodded and left her alone. She sat down and continued reading her book while taking small sips of her coffee from time to time. Arabella scanned the interior of the book house. Although it was small, it still contained the essentials. The design was elegant yet peaceful, and there were all kinds of books orderly arranged on the bookshelves, which make it very ea

He nodded slowly and before he could say anything more, the bedroom door swung open. Erick and Jess stood at the doorway; they were both breathless, so we knew they were running. Jess held one of the thickest books I had ever seen; it was a large brown book with golden decals swirled throughout the cover. In the front of the book, in a silvery oval was a white infinity symbol I didn’t quite recognize and then written in white above the symbol read: Book of Magic. “Woah…” I breathed, staring at the book. It was real.