The Spot Books Novels & Stories

They argued over fresh strawberries versus blackberries, settling on both. Later, they ducked into a tiny used bookstore on the edge of State Street. The air smelled like old paper and sunshine. Damien wandered the aisles while she trailed her fingers over cracked spines, poetry, memoirs and battered screenplays from films she’d watched in film school a lifetime ago. He found her by the back window, staring out at the garden behind the store. He held out a plain leather notebook, the cover soft and blank. “For when you’re ready,” he said simply.

Just like Nicholas, I couldn't detect any maliciousness, so perhaps they were good at hiding it. Either way, I had a job to do here. The scent of old paper and dust wafted over me in a comforting manner. I smiled to myself, this time taking out my phone and shining the light on the books. This would be more useful than just a flashlight because I could adjust the brightness. I scanned the books, ignoring the ones I saw as irrelevant. I pulled out a couple of them, turning to a few pages to see if they'd be of any use to me before putting them back on the shelf.

He tries to keep a positive attitude. "You're working in Dreamy Stories?" the cute guy said after pon reading their calling cards. "Yes we do," said Hyun. "My girlfriend is a fan of the books you published recently," the cute guy said. Now, it's Hyun's turn to feel the downpour. He rolled his eyes first before saying something. "She's the author," he said pointing to Cela. The cute guy is amazed. He then got a copy of Cela's second book from his bag. He told them that he just purchased the book yesterday and plans on giving it as a surprise gift to his girlfriend today.

He said in excitement and Charles nodded in agreement beside him as he sat up. “There's this one lady at the strippers’ section. I heard she's a beast! Men literally fight to get her home with them. I want to try her tonight, she's so fucking sexy. You have to come, man, you're missing out on a lot because you're a damn workaholic,” Charles quipped, but I was uninterested as I watched them talk and talk about how much fun “they” were gonna have. Until someone knocked softly. The door pushed open to reveal Lena and she walked in with her usual innocent smile as she placed documents on my desk.

Copyright © 2024 Unusualdee All rights reserved. Original work. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental. PRINT ISBN: 9798332220357 AUTHOR’S NOTE Welcome to my world of Spicy One-Shot Collection! As you embark on this journey of passion and desire, I wanted to share a personal note with you.

BDSM: Slave 24/7 Plus more bonus chapters of all the characters you've come to love. Brody and Kylie's Story is Book 3 right after Daniel and Natalia.

Nyla: Sure, you can take as much as you want. A wide grin spread across my face. I replied quickly with a simple “Thanks” before I could overthink it. I grabbed the cutter and carefully opened the carton. Inside were rows and rows of small sachets of hot sauce. I took one, tore it open, and squeezed a generous amount over the fresh fries I had ordered earlier. The smell hit me first. It was rich, spicy, and slightly sweet. I dipped a fry and took a bite. Holy shit.

She squealed as Maria and Jessica hugged her. "Of course we did!" Jessica said with a huge grin on her face. "Welcome to the family, my sister-in-law." Aubrey hugged Jessica again, then she went on and hugged the rest of the people who kept congratulating her. Everything was perfect. Her life took a turn she was fond of. She was finally happy in her life and she had everything she had ever wished for. ___________________________________________________________________________ We've finally reached the end of In the Spotlight. I truly hope that you have enjoyed it! Thank you so much for supporting me and reading my book!

I called again, moving toward the door but I got no answer. This guy is not only a nerd, he is also weird and somehow crazy. I wonder how I was going to cope with him when I joined his book club. I grabbed my phone off the table and unlocked it. As the screen popped on, messages flooded in. Group chats messages , especially the ones I've muted for a while now. ‘Arian Smith, Orleans College Book Club President, Accused of Misusing Club Funds.’ I blinked, trying to wake myself from the dream. I scrolled down, read it again and it was still the same.

The city sky had grown dark to a mellow gray, the kind that swathed everything in gentleness—buildings, trees, people. Rain still lingered in the air, shrouding the windows of **Chapter & Soul** in a soft mist. Inside, the world progressed more slowly, more softly. It was perfumed with old books, chamomile tea, and something sweet that Lena had baked and not labeled.