A Book I Read Novels & Stories

he said and smiled. I just slightly nooded at him. "There's no use of covering it. Just order something for me. I'm hungry. I haven't had breakfast yet. Also, get Colleen Hoover's 'It ends with us' book for me, please. " Many people say that the book is a sad story, so I will try it. I really like novels with a sad theme. Maybe because I've experienced sadness and pain in my life, that's why I have the same taste when it comes to books.

No need for another awkward conversation. Once in my room, I hop back in bed and take my book off my nightstand and start reading. Currently, I'm reading the series called 'A Court of Thorns and Roses'.

Sprinted to the door, I pulled it open, not expecting it to open, but it did, causing my heart to swell in joy. Ambling to the shelf, my eyes darted round the various book covers. Fiction was my favorite book to read because the best thing about reading was to be able to escape from your life, to be able to read hundreds or even thousands of other lives. Non-fiction does not have that power, it does not change you the way fiction does. To me, if you are not affected somehow, even if it is the slightest change, you are not reading the right book. I would love to think that every novel I have read has become a part of me and created who I am in a sense.

When death takes my hand, I will hold you with the other and promise to find you in every life time. -Unknown. |L O R E N Z O| Because of sitting in my study room, my ass has turned sore. But I only shift in my position and flip through the pages of the new non- fiction book I picked last night. I read the book but everything just seems nonsense and nothing seems to be making sense for me. Like I have suddenly forgot about how to read the basic english.

Thiago The book I had brought with me was no longer a book. It was a punishment. I had read it once, twice, then again and again because I had nothing else to do. By now, I could practically recite the entire thing word for word. I knew which page contained which sentence, how many chapters it had, and even the exact paragraph where I had once found an interesting argument about pack treaties.

I waved Amaya and entered the library. I'm supposed to be having classes but our teacher called in sick and the principal couldn't find a substitute. Yay! I'm glad, physics was never really my best subject not that I don't pass, it's just fustrating and excruciating and soul draining. Scanning through the shelves of books for something interesting to read, I spotted William Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet. I hate the book but I've read the others many times and I've also never read it.

Dear Readers, I want to take a moment to express my heartfelt gratitude to each and every one of you who took the time to read my book, "Beauty And The Lycan Beast". Writing this book was a labor of love for me, and seeing so many of you enjoy it has been an incredible experience.

I know that the girl is still asleep at this hour when she is in our hometown—not worrying about the university classes. I am about to stand up when I caught a gaze at the book being openly-folded—facing its back to back cover at me. I gasped when I realize that it has been going like that for probably weeks now. “Why did I even let this rest like this?” I annoyingly asked to myself seeing that the book is over-stretched now. It is the book that Rael asked me to read and I forgot to come back to it before knowing that I have been very keen and busy the last few weeks of my life.

I can take care of this, I can endure this until something I can trust comes in. I've searched the room and saw some books, a children's book I think in the mini table not far from where I am sitting. I did not know where it came from, maybe from someone who was admitted in this room before, maybe it was a kid and they just forget this but nevermind, I want something that can take my boredom away and make me forget I am starving right now. I opened the book and scanned the pages. I could say that this book was from the one my mother usually read me when I was young. I smiled, I am not really sure if it is but I am just making a scene in my mind where she was reading this book to me. I looked

You're a thief! Don't you ever touch my books again, you little tramp! "Anna?" My lips tremble as I try to speak, and when I do, my voice is a little raspy. "I was eleven when… The last book I read was when I was eleven. I never got to finish it, though." Adrian's eyes are on mine. "Why not?" It's hard to answer these questions, knowing that an ordinary person wouldn't have trouble answering such. "The person it belonged to took it back."