The People Of The Book Novels & Stories

It seemed like that the man was a bookworm. Upon it, the book shop owner readily replied, “Yes, I have. You mean you want “Soul of the People” by Fielding Hall? The man said it was. The book shop owner went back to the attic where he kept most of his books. When he came back, he emerged with holding the book in hand and he handed it to the man who asked for the book. The man asked him the price of it. And the book shop owner said it would be eight thousand kyats.

Kennedy POV. The weather was bad, but I needed to get that new book, it's Robert birthday gift, who'd knew a grown up man would kill for the newest werewolf love book. I got into my car, drove carefully toward the local book store, they had the new book reserved for me. It was supposed to one quick drive, until I walked into the library. A girl was sitting on a bean bag, her blond hair was covering her eyes with overgrown bangs, she tried to huff them away from her face but to no use. She looked young, maybe she's just here with her parents, looking down at the book she had in her hands it was a kids story. Does she read for the local kids? Or is it just for her?

Arian's pov I never thought a book club meeting could feel like a battlefield. Today, we are reading The Art of Forbidden by Linda Lively, and from the very moment I flipped through its pages, my face had been hot. The story is about a powerful president who was secretly in love with his male secretary, and if that wasn’t bold enough, the prose was filled with intimacy, longing, and heat. Naturally, everyone thought it would be for people to take turns reading aloud. But I wasn't really in the mood to read, not after what the police said to me.

It was a dream about a set of people in a different world with different sets of rules. In Goodness’ dream, he claimed that he saw some people moving excitedly in an unfamiliar library at the centre of a small town. They were books with different covers: black, brown, yellow, pink and even blonde covers. The men and women all had long beards that extended to their jaw. The place was so weird with all sorts of weird customs and traditions and weird fruit bearing trees. The scent in the air was unpleasant like charred old newspapers. The sky was a worrisome grey, such as he had never seen before in his life. Some of the men carried historical books, screaming delightfully with open hearts as t

Follow, vote, comment and share... Lyka's P.O.V I didn't go to sleep the whole night as I just couldn't. The nightmares will return so I decided to go in the library. I have been seated for over five hours in the damn library with nothing to eat or drink as I read the old books and papers with a smell that makes me want to puke. My eyes have not dared to close on me as I read the thirtieth book. I have not found any useful information that can locate the blood moonstone and finish this once and for all.

The shadow darted a bit closer, and despite my resolve not to run away, I took a few steps back out of sheer survival instinct. "Who's there?" I shouted once more, hoping to scare it off if it was just an animal. I heard it hiss something to me. I knew it was a person, or rather one of the dragon people here. There was animosity in the voice that told me whoever it was, wasn't there to help me. My eyes were glued to the shadow that was no longer using the trees for cover. It stalked towards me with purpose and intent, its step never faltering, and its gaze never wavered from me. One ray of light hit its face, and it was not recognizable as a humanoid.

The ladies all giggle and Julie stands, handing a new bookmark to each of us. "Yes. We figured we'd get you ones that suited you a little better." she says. The new one is dark blue with gold lettering that says 'Real men read dirty books'. I smile and look over at Ev who's showing Harper his excitedly. "These are great. Thank you." I say just as Bri nudges me. "Oh! Tell them your joke, love!" Harper says excitedly. Ev rolls his eyes before addressing the group.

Valentina slid into the last stall, locked it, and set the briefcase on the narrow shelf above the toilet. Her hands moved fast, efficient. The key turned with a faint click, and the lid lifted. There it was. The ledger. Black leather, worn at the edges, its pages thick with ink. She flipped it open, her breath catching as names and numbers spilled across the paper: shipments, ports, bribes, politicians bought and paid for—routes carved in blood. It wasn’t just a ledger—it was an empire written in code and ink. Her chest tightened. If Dante wanted this, it wasn’t for leverage—it was for war.

It's like freak Crazy Rich Asians but with the Haasan family. I didn't know he could be funny and have mannerisms answering every question Seema mostly asked and getting to know Liam as the conversation continued. My grandparents never question his "job" with Odin because Vishal and Seema can be compelling when it comes to others with money, and learning that Liam works for the big man of a different world, they shouldn't insult him in any way. I knew that from Effie when she told me everything about her grandfather's work life. I was too afraid to be close to her, but Effie is Effie, and Odin is friendly. I couldn't imagine a sweet old man ruling the gangster world. It's just too scary to t

Hindi siya makatingin ng diretso sa mga mata ng mga ito, but everyone greeted her boss who was behind her. “S-Sir. `Yung book ko pala.” Bigla siyang huminto at lumingon dito nang nasa harap na sila ng kanilang mga opisina. “Everyone Has A Story, written by the Indian Author: Savi Sharma. This was the author’s debut novel and was first published in August 2015. Sharma self-published her book, which quickly became popular and bestselling. Later it was published by Westland publishers. By February 2017 more than 100,000 copies of the book were sold,” sabi nito sabay abot ng aklat na iyon sa kaniya.