Thrown Away Book Novels & Stories

"Some of these are first editions and a majority of them are out of print. How did you find these?" "My family likes to hoard books." Surprisingly, those books weren’t molding and rotting like the others. The library had not been immune to the decay of the rest of the house. A family of birds had made themselves home in one corner of the library. "And you’re just giving them to me?" His eyes widened in disbelief as she nodded. "I can’t accept these, Callie. Don’t you know how much these are worth?" She didn’t care if they cost a king’s ransom. They were only books.

They were all souvenirs he picked up during his competitions abroad. They had once wanted my entire life to revolve around them. But now, all of it felt like a burden. I asked the maid to take everything out and throw them away. As I cleared the last poetry book from the shelf, Mario stood at the door and stared at the empty space blankly. He looked like a wounded little boy. "Why did you throw away the poetry books I gave you? Didn't you say you would treasure them for life?" he asked. Bruno came to take a look after him.

"What does the writer do when the book is closed?" "He learns to live without the ink," Dewangga said. He tore the page from his notebook—the one with the names of the corrupt—and tossed it into the small fire Sarah had built. He watched as the paper curled, the names blackening and turning to ash before being carried away by the wind.

The matching mugs were carelessly tossed into a cardboard box of discarded junk. When Clara returned that evening and saw the nearly empty closet, she frowned. Her hand paused halfway through removing her hair tie. "Where's all your stuff?" I didn't even look up as I packed the last of my books and replied in a flat voice, "They were getting old and taking up space, so I threw them out." Clara walked over and carefully studied my expression. There were no hysterical outbursts or tearful confrontations. Assuming I had finally stopped throwing petty tantrums over Edward, she seemed relieved and smiled in satisfaction. Then, she took out a black card and held it out to me.

Not only did the book contain a sketch of Nathan, but it also contained some of Crystal’s most intimate thoughts. If Nathan read them, there was no telling what he would do. Crystal knew that it had been foolish to write all of her intimate thoughts down, but journaling had always helped her think. It had been a close call, though, and as much as she hated the thought of it, she knew that it would be best if she destroyed the book. She brought it outside and threw it in the fire pit. She stood over it for a long time, but she could not bear the thought of destroying it.

Marcus said as he shook his head. “Your lies were quite convincing but it was stupid of you to think that we will end up falling for your lies. Also, you are so foolish to come back here thinking we will let you off when you don’t come with the book as per our agreement. Many people know about the book and try to steal it but after discovering it is of no use to them since they can’t even open it, they return it or throw it away for the next enemy to take it,” Elana said.

“I told him I recognized this room. He told me about the book I threw out. He said y’all acquired it. I said y’all stole it. Then I said, did it never accrue to any of you that the reason I threw that book out was because I changed my taste and therefore designs. He’s been like that since.” Looking from Arlo to the rest of my guys I see the same expression on their faces as he has. Holy-moly I think I broke all six of them. Now how do I, wait…”Guys, I did throw it away because I outgrew the designs. Misha must have thrown that book out because he used to tease me how I’d never get a house like I designed in that book. Please, relax and believe me when I say if you all built this home on thos

One more opportunity to jack up the price in a market this desperate. I donated most of the furniture to Goodwill. The lumpy futon, the particle-board bookshelves that wobbled if you looked at them wrong, the mismatched kitchen supplies I’ll never need again. None of it was worth the haulage f*e. But the books stayed. I kept every single paperback, their spines cracked and pages yellowed, guarding them like gold bars. My literature degree might be unfinished, but these are mine. My laptop. The clothes I haven’t surrendered to Claudette yet. Photos of Dad. Mom's old watch ticking against my wrist.

The cover of the book was so pretty and unique, I think it was still a new book, I was enchanted by it and I found myself digging into the trash to pick it out. I wondered what psychopath would throw away such a beautiful book, and so I returned it back to the library, the librarian took one look at it and gave the book back to me, he said they never had such a book and that was how I got to keep it instead. A small smile reached my lips, I am glad that I got to keep it, and how else would I have gotten this magnificent masterpiece to keep?

Trisha’s P.O.V “Damnit!” I threw aside another book that had a promising title but did not have what I needed! I needed scandals and dirt on the Elders, not flowery words and love poems on their beauty! So yes, I was pissed off enough to throw around books that had hundreds of years of history, but I wasn’t a monster, so I instantly regretted my decision and ran after said book, picking it up from the floor and properly keeping them back in place after making sure I hadn't made any damages.