50 Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

But I can't tell these two coz they'll think I'm snoopy and I like him. I sink back on the seat and continue to munch on the oreos. "Harry was mean to Tessa," Karla says in delight. "Look where they ended!" "Who are those?" I ask obliviously. "Oh My God!" She almost causes an accident due to shock. "You've not read AFTER?" I roll my eyes. "What's that?" Why is she making such a big deal? "It's the most famous wattpad book!" Karla groans in frustration. "We are so NOT friends, Camilla Clarkson!"

and trying to close her legs. But I didn’t stop. I pushed her panties aside and slid one finger along her slick folds, finding her clit and rubbing it in slow, gentle circles. She gasped, her book dropping to the floor with a soft thud. I kept going, teasing her until her hips started twitching. Then I eased one finger inside her tight, dripping pussy, curling it just right while my thumb kept working her clit.

Add my books to your library and read them. Thanks.

he shrugged, stepping closer. "A little? You have at least thirty books on that shelf." His lips twitched with a smile. "Thirty five," "Oh my god! I can't believe this. I thought you'd be like a forty eight laws of power kind of man. Or Atomic Habits. You're reading Harlequin and Silhouette desires!" I gaped.

In addition, she had filled the basket with plenty of tasty drinks that tasted like fruit juice. It was everything one could possibly want if they were going to lie on a blanket in the beautiful summer sun and read a book about elven history. I lay down on my stomach, placing the book in front of me. It was large and heavy. Just for fun, I flipped to the back—there were no fewer than four hundred and forty-nine pages in the book. And that was only volume one! I wondered how many volumes there were in total. I opened the big book and could smell the traces of time in it. All I hoped for was that it wouldn’t be too dry to read.

I sighed as I picked a random show and laid down on my stomach, snatching a pillow and placing it below my elbows before resting my head. I grunted as I paused the show immediately, knowing it wouldn't catch even the slightest of my interest. I continued to scroll through the movie options, deciding to choose one that would at least keep me awake. Eventually, a show called "Too Hot To Handle" caught my eye. I pressed "ok" as I threw the remote to the side, watching the show halfheartedly. For its big size, this place was pretty damn boring. • • •

This level is at the middle and this group were already happy on that classification level since they don't want to gamble for their lives. The B were level as fifty-one to seventy-five (51-75). This group were classified as strong level since they've got the power and that's already enough for them since they are already tired to fight and risk for their own lives. The A was level as seventy-six to one hundred (76-100). This level of classification was very hard to be part of it since only few of them can reach up to this level. And once you reach for it, you will identified as one of their leader.

Sharon smiled and told Frederick, "Don't worry about serving me anything, brother. I'll transfer 1 million dollars to you now, and if you manage it well, I'll give you another. But I hope Remy doesn't find out. He keeps loading my account with money and wonders why I don't spend it on ordering shoes and bags to look nice for him."

When my shift ended, I found myself walking toward the corner table where Kael sat, his laptop closed now, a book in his hands. I stopped short when I saw the cover. ‘Knot We Cannot Untie.’ That was the book he was holding. I can't believe that Kael would be reading one of Linda Lively’s books. “You read… this?” I said, the surprise evidently in my voice. Kael looked up, one brow raised. “Why? You think I only read racing magazines and bank statements?” I gave a small laugh. “Chill bro. It’s just… not what I was expecting ”

“But I’m trying to cook more.” “What books do you read?” he asked, looking curious.