Thrown Away Book Novels & Stories

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.

“That must be the maid. It’s lunch time. .... Thane should be back by now, and I was getting worried. Axel was gone too, as it was already late. I spotted the book Barbara’s Fantasies on the table where I had kept it last. I couldn’t help the rush of embarrassment that filled me as I recalled Thane reading a very disturbing passage of the book to me. I had regretted ever bringing it here; of course he would find out; there was no hiding anything from Thane. I picked up the book and headed to the waste bin. I discarded it. I stared at the book laying there in the bin; it seemed to be calling to me. I had taken it from the library; the least I could do was return it back there, right? I picked

Absolutely not. “You die,” I told it, throwing it straight into the toss pile. And that’s how it went for the next fifteen minutes. Keep. Toss. Toss. Keep. Toss. Burn. Toss. Why do I even own this? Toss. By the time I was done, there was a depressingly small “keep” pile and a mountain of rejects that looked like they'd been dragged through a frat house on a Saturday night.

But over the past month, he had rarely met up with me and always blamed work. Only now did I notice that the cute handmade decoration I'd given him was nowhere to be seen. Even the good luck charm I had painstakingly gotten and hung in his car had disappeared. I stared at the fleeting cityscape outside the window, struggling to suppress the ache in my heart. I remained silent the entire ride. When we got to Yvonne's home, she opened the back door of the car. Because she thought I was carsick, she generously invited me to sit in the front.

After I lost the baby, this room remained untouched. In the corner, I kept a gift I’d bought for them—a pair of tennis bracelets. However, when I opened the drawer, it was empty. Panic set in. Those bracelets were irreplaceable. Then, an unsettling thought struck me. I rushed out of the room, and there it was. Tyler was holding the bracelets. “Sarah, I don’t want a divorce. Let’s talk this through.” “What do you want?” I snapped, my eyes locked on the bracelets. He fiddled with them, knowing he had the upper hand.

That made the boy who had started the conversation feel a little uncomfortable, and he took a step back, unaware that he had awakened an unexpected emotion in Alex. Then, at the end of classes, I approached Scarlett and said: —Seriously, take my advice and throw that book away. It’s just nonsense. I saw the way she looked at me, as if she didn’t fully understand. But I was sure of what I was saying; it wasn’t going to do her any good. She frowned and pressed the book against her chest, as if it were something important to her. She looked at me, waiting for me to explain more, but I wasn’t in the mood to do so. I just wanted her to understand that she was wasting her time on it.

But the ache in my gut twists like a cold, sharp hook. I bury it. Crushing it under a layer of ice. Freezing it in place. "Don't be ridiculous," I scoff, walking to the wardrobe and unbuttoning my jacket. "I don't have a sentimental bone in my body." "Then why the book?" she asks, unzipping her dress. "It’s an asset," I lie smoothly. "First editions appreciate in value. It’s a better investment than that paperback trash you usually read. Put it in the safe if you want to protect the equity."

she whispered to herself. After reading something in that book that she couldn't stand, and she was well aware that the book was speaking to her son, Asteria tore through the pages of the book, choosing instead to consign its contents to obscurity by throwing the book to the ground and leaving the library without saying a word.

Not to make love, afraid of what! As for the lunch date with Norman Desmond and Mr. Ken, of course, less important. Hearing a satisfactory answer, the big boss's mood was much better; before leaving, he added a sentence, 'That kind of nonsense books with no nutrition, it's best to watch less.' Stupid books with no nutrition??? Does he mean he opened them up too? Oh, man! She was so depressed that she wanted to throw away the comic books. But... these storybooks are her spiritual food. Moreover, they are imported from abroad, and it's hard to buy; throwing them away is a waste!

If I’ve learned anything, it’s to hold on and never give up because if you hold on long enough, you just might get the life you always wanted. THE END Nalani and Julian’s story may be over, but Irina’s story has just begun in book 2, Coveted But Unseen.