A Lady Reading A Book Novels & Stories

"Sir, we pride ourselves on providing premium companionship. Our ladies are highly trained to do way more than just pour drinks and talk. "They'll sing, play games, whatever you want. I can promise the overall experience will meet your expectations." As he spoke, he opened the door to the private room. The interior was extremely luxurious. One look was enough for me to know that the services here wouldn't be cheap. As I sat down on the couch, he said, "Have a seat. I'll have the ladies come in." Moments later, a line of women appeared at the door. Dressed in sexy miniskirts, they had flawless makeup and syrupy-sweet smiles on their faces.

"I've done nothing wrong. I agree to call off the engagement." Mark froze, completely taken aback. Then, a robotic voice echoed in my head, ‘The Thought Sharing feature has now been activated. Please choose who you want to share it with.’ Thought Sharing? The person I picked could hear Alice's thoughts, too? I looked at Mark, still in shock, and calmly touched my face. ‘I choose Mark.’ Right then, Alice's inner voice rang out again, just in time. 'Can you believe it? With just a little trick, Helen has given up on Mark all by herself?'

The first ring, second ring, nothing. "Oh, Lord!" I exclaimed and sank onto the grass carpet on the verandah. I looked up at Ray who was deeply engrossed in taking in the rest of his surroundings. "But I put the key in there and I haven't even opened the purse since I left the house" I murmured to myself. I picked up the phone again to ring Catherine and she picked up this time. "Hey you, someone's getting laid right here." She shouted over the phone. She was drunk, typical Catherine.

The lady said typing away at the computer. Jade walked to the back wall, scanning the books, she found a book called ‘The Forgotten Sorrows.’ She planted herself on the floor and started to read into it. It didn’t detail too much into the whole history before the witch burnings, but when it started in on the witch burnings, it turned brutal.

There were tall shelves that reached to the ceilings, filled with books and what looked like small bottles. A woman came into my line of sight. She wore a black gown that flowed to the ground. She also held a giant book in her hands, which she read from though her lips barely moved. She paced the floors, and the candlelight whished with her movement. I groaned, the discomfort of the rough ropes that dug into my wrists and ankles becoming too much to ignore. Upon hearing me, she paused and turned to me. Her face finally came into view. She looked aged, with deep-lined wrinkles etched into her skin. Her thin gray hair hung down her body in strands, and her eyes were so white they unnerved me.

She felt his aura and smell long before seeing him walk in. Damien walked in and his eyes fell on Ada curled up on a couch reading a book. The woman managed to look fashionable even in comfortable casual clothes. A pair of large green eyes met his and she nodded in acknowledgement. Her entire body barely covered two thirds of the couch. He took the empty space next to her feet. “What are you reading?” “It’s about a hetaera, practically a Greek geisha,” she explained. “Historical fiction?” “Almost, she might have or might have not existed.” She looked at him curiously. “It is my favorite genre though.”

She reached over the stacks with a scraggy hand and picked up a plain-covered book, handing it to Adea. Adea flipped it over to look at the spine, which showed the title, Pride and Prejudice. “Oh, no thank you,” Adea said with a kind smile as she handed the book back. “I don’t do much reading. My sister on the other hand-” She made a gesture toward Lyda, who was still flipping through the pages of one of the thickest books Adea had ever seen. “Ah!” the old woman exclaimed. “Fascinated by religious texts, my dear?”

Mary nodded without lifting her eyes from her book, her brow furrowed in concentration. I turned and began walking down the long aisle, my hands shoved deep into my pockets as I searched for the floor's restroom sign. I hadn't gone very far when I spotted one of the library workers. She was a middle-aged woman, methodically slotting heavy hardcovers back onto the lower shelves. The plastic employee badge hung from a colorful lanyard around her neck, tapping against her vest. "Excuse me," I said quietly as I approached. She paused, a thick book held midway between her hands and the shelf, and turned her head to look up at me.

It would be so easy to get carried away and forget all about the books in her lap. Focus, stupid, focus. You can think about the hot guy making you dinner later. She flipped open the top book to the chapter she needed to read. Over the next hour, she pored over her books, working through the chapters and taking detailed notes. Nothing distracted her, not even the occasional noises from the kitchen. Finally it all went quiet, and she was done with her assigned readings. She tucked the books back in her bag and looked around the room. The lamps near the couch were now on, and night had taken over outside. The dining room table was set for two, and two plates of food were set out along with two

Lara brightly responded and left the room just to come back with a few books in her hands. "You brought too many books!" Angela chuckled. Lara felt embarrassed and her cheeks turned red. "Actually, Madam, I love to read mysterious books so much. I always read one book at least late at night. And all these books are written by great authors. They all are truly so good that I brought every single piece of the book which was available in Sir's study room." Lara awkwardly explained with an innocent smile. Angela felt Lara is a sweet girl. "Ohh if this is the case! I'll read it! I need something to pass my time!" Angela takes all the books from her in her arms.