The People Of The Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Bree, what was that?” Brianna was occupied flipping through the first book, so she didn’t answer at first. He saw her shocked expression and got by her side to check the name of the book she was reading. ‘The peacemaker fallacy: waging war as a business strategy’ Nate frowned, trying to make sense out the title. “Bree, what is it?” “Love… it’s about the Council. All of them, look.” She got a few pieces of paper that didn’t belong to any book and showed him what she saw.

There were mostly lifestyle, practice sharing, and self-help books. However, Philip found a dusty book in an inconspicuous place. The title of the book was ‘Our Journey’, which briefly introduced how the fire phoenix royal family brought its people back to glory after the disaster thousands of years ago. The story was basically the same as mentioned by the Bamboo Swordsman. However, one point mentioned that the people were starting to accept the reality that there were no god-tier powerhouses in existence. The author described themselves as an ordinary historian. Philip flipped through the book. The writing was good, but there was nothing important in it. The book was just released, but it w

"As far as I remember, you've been reading that damn novel since I've been talking to you. What do people enjoy in reading words?" "Because it's awesome." "How? You can rather watch a movie than read books." I slapped the book out of her hand. "This book… 'The Badboy's Pre-planned Future Bride' by 'Gift Odulesi', it's awesome. You really should read her books. Some people prefer reading books than watching movies." She rolled her eyes and picked the book from the floor. "Oh, really? People like who?" I took a handful of chips and threw it into my mouth, munching it.

Fox was driving, Rebekah was sitting next to him, and Elijah was next to Melia, who had her gaze fixed on a book he recognized. She saw beyond everything, but no one wanted to see the truth... DALAYA: THE SEARCH The story of a woman who lived in darkness but managed to stand out even in it. JACK DEVERCADE That book was more than just a favorite for her. In tenth grade, the teachers never failed to read them the story of a woman who, after living in caves and suffering, discovered the greatest treasure of all: to continue respecting life despite every adversity. It was a book that moved even the most insensitive soul. They named the woman Dalaya, just like the book, symbolizing struggle, love

Unspoken Truths - Chapter 38 Damian We had been tearing through Sophia’s burner phone for hours. I always knew she was sick and twisted, but what I read went further than anything I imagined. Power, marriage to me, and destroying Sareena. That’s all she ever wanted. Reading this made me realize that there was nothing human left in her. Gabriella was the only one who defended her. I wanted to tell her that someone like Sophia didn’t deserve defending, that she was pure evil, but Gabby saw it differently.

Something that I appreciated for the most part, considering all I seemed to do lately was train and sleep. I stood from my bed and pushed the curtain across my door aside, giving me a prime view of the ground floor below where a group of men and women, all wearing army blacks had gathered around a few boxes. “We come baring treats.” A voice called out and I felt a shiver run down my spine, I knew that voice. Jake was home. I stood still, watching as people descended from every floor, eager to see the returnees and what they may have brought with them.

DEDICATION: I dedicate this chapter to 'Mhiz Grace Pretty' for dropping two gems on my book this month. You are amazing 😘 Elliot's POV The book was magnificent. Just as I imagined. Once I reached home I had already prepared myself to open it but I had to savour the moment of having the first magic book in the world.

Mom and Elena rising together and applauding. Richard stood last. Slow. The coat unbuttoning. His clap heavy and deliberate. Something closer to acknowledgment. Seven people. Standing. In a basement bookstore in Portland. For a book about a bar and a boy and a sabotage and a hospital and a kitchen floor and a family that broke and rebuilt and held. The crowd drifted toward the signing table. I stepped off the podium. A woman stopped me – tired eyes, worn jacket, a fresh copy clutched in white-knuckled hands.

"It's ordinary." "That's the same thing." --- The seventh book was different. Not a memoir — a children's book. About a garden, about a fig tree, about the dogs buried under its branches and the women who loved them. Beatriz's successor, Eva, was hesitant at first. "A children's book?" she said. "A book for everyone." --- I wrote about Orwell, the scruffy survivor. Pippin, the disaster with mismatched ears. Fig, the puppy who arrived in a crate. Oak, the quiet one, the watcher. And the women who buried them, who marked the stones, who never forgot.

She says really dramatising the whole matter, while I feel someone take a seat beside me, I turned around to see The King had also joined our little story group. “Inside told stories of many diverse kinds of groups, people who could do mysteries things. There was one group in particular, they had always been very secretive, and no name had been formally given to them, the book called them The People Of The Forest. They are able to look into the past, present, and future through visions. I knew if I were going to get the answers I wanted, I would need to track these people down and ask them, which I did.” She smiles but I was more shocked there were people out there who could do that, so ther