We Were Here Books Novels & Stories

Nathaniel’s POV Cooped up alone in the mansion had bored me to death, so I had finally decided to head to Malik's study to read. It was a risk, and I wasn't entirely sure if I was even allowed in here, but the heavy leather-bound books on rare herbs and soil had pulled me in completely. I just didn't know when I fell asleep. The heavy oak door opened, and the sudden shift in the room's atmosphere woke me. I was curled up completely sideways in Malik’s massive, oversized leather armchair, my knees tucked to my chin.

The Book in the World The book was titled simply: The Healed Territory. Elara had not planned the title — it arrived when she was writing the twelfth chapter and she understood it was right because it was accurate. Not the healing process, not the governance methodology, not the theory. The territory after the healing. What it was to live there.

When we wiped all of the dust off of the books. “I was going to say that it was romantic that we had this place to ourselves. But I’m starting to rethink that statement.” Ethan said and I scoffed at him. “There is nothing romantic about scrubbing dust off of books.” I said. “No.” He said. We went through a few aisles of books before we finally reached the witchcraft books. There was a whole lot of them sitting there and we started pulling them down and taking them to a table that was directly under a light so we could see what we were reading.

It was unfortunate she met her fate that way. “Did you write that book?” Hunter asked after much thought. “Which book?” Ludo asked back. “About the Hamuumbu’s?” “It’s not with me, it’s with Elise.” “You have the soft copy.” “Is that a question?” “I’m telling you. I need a copy.” “Didn’t you get it last night? You were in my room.” “Would I be here if I got it?” “How did you get in the house?” Hunter scratched his beard.

Since White had a coupon, we could go for 2 hours, but were we really gonna sing for that long? I can see why this kind of place would be fun with students but I think it'd be better if there were more people. It's kind of weird with just the two of us. "Do you wanna order something some food or a drink?" White asked as he looked through this weird book that had a list of songs. "Can you do that here?" I replied. "Here." He handed me a menu. "You can use that telecom over there on the wall to call somebody to make an order."

There should have been no place for anyone else. A sharp knock sounded pulling me out of my reverie. I adjusted my clothes as I walked towards the door. Denmark was standing there with an enthusiastic expression, “We have found the wereheretic. She is staying at an old Tavern in the village.” My heart skipped a beat hearing his words. Did I or did I not want her to get caught? I was still in a state of confusion when Denmark grabbed my hand and led me to the Tavern, “The waiter informed me that Hera had booked a room two days ago.”

She could have sat there for days, reading and discovering the secrets they kept. "My grandmother was a collector." Squatting beside her, Derek's fingers tapped along the spines, searching for something. They came to a stop when he found what he was after, pulling Captain Corelli's Mandolin, by Louis de Bernières from the shelf. He opened the cover, flicked through a few pages, then held it out to Ashlyn. With his index finger, he pointed to a faded note in perfect cursive.

Not just from the heating or the faint scent of coffee, but from the atmosphere. Posters lined the walls, famous queer authors, quotes about love, resilience, self-discovery. The shelves were stacked with books I'd only ever read in secret, books I’d hidden like contraband. People looked lively, laughing and chatting. Two women sat at a corner table, fingers intertwined, reading from the same book. A boy with a septum piercing waved at us from behind the counter, his voice bright. “Welcome! You’re just in time for open discussion.” I froze as a good kind of astonishment washed over me. I’d never seen this before, not in person. A place where no one whispered, no one judged, no one laughed cr

Phoebe hastily scribbled down an address, her face full of sincerity. "This is my mother's address. She's the one who did this. I don't know anything about it." I asked, "Your mother? If you can contact her, why are you living in an orphanage?" Unexpectedly, Phoebe suddenly started banging her head frantically like a madwoman. "I don't know, I really don't… Mrs. Shaw, please go find her…"

As she’s about to leave the room, someone called. “Hey, I’m leaving the hotel. My car service is waiting,” she talked to the person on the other line. “I can’t wait to see you here. We’ve so much to see and talk about,” Noah said. Cela gave her room one final look. This is the place where she leaves her old self. “We wanted to go to a specific place and it didn’t matter if the road was rough and the journey was long. In the end, we found different places for ourselves but these places were the destinations where we were truly meant to go,” she said to herself. The fourth book begins at chapter 1 in Paris. The End.