Novel & Cerita Thrown Away Book

"That's all in the past. From now on, let's just be strangers. The last time we'll see each other is a month later." … I never imagined that a month later, Elias would show up in a wheelchair. He was shockingly thin, his skin sallow, looking more like a homeless man than the person I once knew. After I left, he had gone out drinking every night, and in that state, he gave Isabel her chance for revenge. Fired from her job, Isabel lost her livelihood and was burdened with a massive compensation payment. Her family discovered her situation during Christmas and, overcome with fear, threw her out.

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Her fingers trembled slightly as she laid the quill beside the final page. The book before her bore no gilded title: only a worn leather cover and a threadbare mark, an ember with a leaf growing from it. She closed the book. Let the silence hold it. Then slowly… she smiled. Maera ran her hand over the cover again, lingering. "The Rejected Mate and the Child Who Chose" would never be copied or printed. Never bound in gold leaf or passed to nobles. It would sit on a shelf where the sun could find it in the afternoon, where dust would gather kindly, like memory, and where a child—curious, untaught—might open it one day not because they were told to, but because the world whispered them toward i

"What do you mean, you don't know –" I was cut short by the door going open, and Sofia stepping. Oh please, not now. "Those old, dirty-looking books?" She asked with a smirk. "I got rid of them. I didn't see the need for them. I almost got rid of your novels too, but I couldn't because I love novels too. I guess that's the only thing we both have in common." I slowly straightened up, praying I heard wrongly. "You did what?" "I got rid of them,” She repeated. “They were looking so large and medieval. You weren't coming back anyway, so I thought –"

“FUCK!” I picked up the smaller bookcase that was at the head of my mattress and threw it across the room. The books scattered and the shoddy work of the shelf made the lid come off. It wasn’t enough. I felt like I needed to destroy everything. Everything was wrong. This was all wrong. How the hell was I supposed to fix this?

I tapped a series of keys, bringing up the feeds from the library and the main hall. ​On the screen, the library was a graveyard of paper. Three men—professionals, moved with a lethal, calculated grace—were sweeping the room. One of them picked up the book she had been reading and tossed it into the fireplace without a second thought. ​I felt her flinch beside me.

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A loaf of bread that wasn't the kind she usually bought. The cashier rang up her items. "You're branching out again." "I put the book away." The cashier raised an eyebrow. "The one you've been reading?" "The one I've been reading." "Why?" Maya thought about it. The weeks she'd spent with that book. The way it had become part of her routine. Part of her room. Part of her. "Because I didn't need it anymore." The cashier handed her the bag. "That's the best reason."

Whatever it was, he was my son and I will love him till my last breath. As soon as we arrived at the pack house I hastened to the library to finally read a book that I had been ignoring ever since Marsha moved in with me. It was a book about lycans. Her parents had given it to her as a gift. She cherished it since it was a gift from her parents though we never really read what was in it. After she died, I had placed it carefully in the library, so that anyone who wanted to read it could. After all, folklore stories are interesting. But now, I no longer think it was a myth. Perhaps all that it contained was true.

"I didn't throw everything away because the wedding arrangements didn't turn out perfect. "I threw it away because the groom isn't worth keeping."