Trevor Henderson: Books Novels & Stories

I liked the smell of books. I returned the book I wanted to return to the librarian. When I turned to leave, my eyes fell on a person who was reading a book calmly at the corner table. "Trevor," I murmured under my breath. His full focus was on the book as if he were reading for something very interesting. The librarian noticed me and glanced at Trevor. She observed him while saying, "He is after ancient books. Today he grabbed "Metal of Fate." I turned to her. "Metal of fate? What is it?"

The look in Trevor's eyes became gloomier, and his fingers curled up unexpectedly. In the end, he sighed softly and turned around. "Hansen, I have something to give you today." Trevor's voice sounded a little helpless and aged. Hansen's brows furrowed, and he was obviously curious as he looked at Trevor in confusion. Trevor turned around and found a bunch of keys from the bookshelf. He carefully searched for them and then clenched one of them. He looked up at Hansen and walked towards an inconspicuous safe at the corner of the study.

“Perhaps I should be told this rule first. I wasn't aware that reading books was against the rules. He tilts his head to the side as I speak, and I don't breathe when he approaches. His nose lightly touches the side of my face, and I hear him take a deep breath of my scent. Everything about his proximity to me makes my legs feel weak until he pulls away, and I take a deep breath. - You are right. There are no rules for reading…just against this book,” he says more gently. Henderson walks over to the shelf and slides the book back into a slot that has a slot for it. “Some books hold more secrets, and trust me, that's not a secret you want. You need to forget everything you read here. — What a

Jake asked as Sue went inside the buggy. “I did and he accepted my poems. I don’t know how I can thank you, sir,” Henry replied. “Just keep up the writing. I’ll have to read your poems to my children someday.” Jake sat next to Sue as Henry closed the door. “Don’t tell Trevor yet, but the publisher had a chance to look over some of his work and he likes what he sees. Henry isn’t the only one who’s going to have a book out soon.”

I pondered. For the past twenty-four hours that Trevor had gone, I found myself plagued with boredom. Serious boredom. I had no mobile device. There was no TV in the room where I was. But thankfully, I was surrounded by books. a lot of books. I found myself reading through them like back when I was in college, researching for my thesis in my senior year. They were mostly encyclopedias, and historical books. I was glad I wasn't left with just a collection of James Hadley Chase novels. I never found reading his books as thrilling as most did.

He gripped his chest as his heart ached. Sitting on her bed, Trevor stared at the ceiling. Then his eyes flickered to the wall, which was clustered with his pictures and hers. A sad smile graced his face as he remembered how most of the pictures were taken. He wondered if he'd ever survived even though a nagging voice at the back of his mind said he would; he doubted it. . . As Trevor stepped into the pub, with everything he had learnt today and what had happened, he believed having a few drinks would calm him down.

I ask and from the corner of my eyes, I see Landon stretch his neck, trying to take a peek into the bag as I unzip it. “Books!” My delight is palpable, a genuine smile spreading across my face. " Landon grabs one of the books, titled "Healing Hearts: Insights into Medical Sciences," examining it with curiosity. He raises an eyebrow, asking if we have been swapping books. "I've been tutoring her," Evander casually mentions, a fact that seems news to Landon. Landon pouts and crosses his arms across his chest. "You spend more time with Evander than me, that's heartbreaking."

of course, he meant either his bedroom or his study. Celeste's expression didn't change. "No, thanks." Trevor wasn't offended. He only chuckled lightly, then asked, "Have you looked at the latest journals?" "No." She had bought the physical copies already, but she'd been too busy to read them. Without another word, he turned and went upstairs. A short while later, he came back down, carrying several books in his arms. Then, he set them down in front of her. Celeste hesitated, finally glanced up at him, and said, "Thank you."

Elysia's voice seemed assuring, and the familiar beep could be heard, just then, she let the man in, taking her seat. “Good morning ma'am,” he greeted, holding onto some books in his hands that were obviously unfinished. Elysia returned the greeting, matching his energy. “So what brings you here Mr. Henderson?” “These books ma'am,” he replied within the span of five seconds. “It was Mr. Hemsworth works, but then… he's not here, so I brought it here, in case you have the time ma.” “How long have you been waiting for him?” Elysia demanded, trying to hide the concerned look in her eyes.

“Some of us don’t need to be in the spotlight to be relevant. I like that I can provide the people here with good books and an amazing shot of caffeine when it's needed.” “Good! You keep doing that and I’ll work to make sure we make enough money henceforth. Espresso Books is now mine, and I intend to make a fortune out of it.” “What?” I follow after him when he strides away. Trevor’s taller than me by many inches and towers higher, his wide frame expanding when he props his hands on his hips.