Umar Johnson: Books Novels & Stories

The bookshelf was just as tall as Andrew so he could easily access the books there. The bookshelf had all sorts of books, ranging from fictional novels to nonfictional novels, to educational novels and textbooks. Her eyes caught titles like; The Redwall series by Brian Jacques, Caddie Woodlawn by Carol Ryrie Brink, The House on Mango Street by Sandra Cisneros and a lot more. Even the Encyclopedia was in his bookshelf. And there was also some novels on the basis of business and finance. The book the lad was currently reading was The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian by Sherman Alexie.

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.

Like control wasn’t just taken, it was tested, pushed back on. “Yeah… that didn’t go the way he probably thought it would,” Adam added, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. He closed the book slightly, tapping it against his palm as if debating whether to keep going. That lasted about two seconds. “I’m not putting this down,” he said firmly. “Not now.” His curiosity had already locked in. Whatever this book was, whoever wrote it, it wasn’t random. Every line felt intentional. Like more layers were waiting. He glanced around the empty bar again, then back at the book.