A Lady Reading A Book Novels & Stories

I stepped into the quiet space, smiling at the lady at the counter. The light decorated the array of books on the tall shelves. Patrons scattered around, some already picked a book and enjoying it at their tables, others by the shelf searching for their book for the night. I glanced at my phone, then looked around the space. The text told me someone would get me but I didn’t spot anyone around. I decided to browse. I picked a book, spinning it to the back to see what it had to give when a voice came. “Lucille?”

But she had come with a purpose. Ryleigh walked softly across the floor, her shoes making barely a sound on the smooth wood. Toward the front desk sat an older woman with silvery curls swept into a low bun and a deep maroon cardigan wrapped over a floral blouse. Her delicate hands moved gracefully over a stack of returned books, scanning each barcode before setting them aside. She was humming. A slow, sweet tune—something lullaby-like, wordless and comforting. As Ryleigh approached, the woman looked up and smiled.

a voice calls out from somewhere above. I nearly flinch. Lira. She’s perched on top of one of the tall bookshelves, wings stretched behind her, a book resting lazily in her hands like it was born there. “Since when do you read?” I ask, slipping my hands into my pockets. She huffs. “Since forever. You were just too self-absorbed to notice,” she fires back, snapping the book closed and leveling her gaze at me. “Self-absorbed?” I scoff. “I’m literally the opposite of that.”

“Hell of a view, isn’t it?” Oh, yes it is, she agreed silently, her eyes wandering over his solid frame. And she could feel it coming on, that little shimmy thing her heart did whenever he was near. Here it comes… No, no, no! She lowered her eyes back to her book. Don’t look at him. Don’t encourage him in any way. Maybe he would take the hint and leave her alone. He didn’t. “What are you doing?” “Reading,” she answered, not looking up from the page. Maybe if she kept her answers short and succinct he would get a clue. He would realize she wanted him to leave her alone. Like he promised he would.

Then she glanced at Maya and she looked surprised to see Maya. "Hi Lovelyn!" Maya's waved at the lady. 'Do they know each other before?' I thought to myself without taking my gaze of the lady. "Have a seat." James pointed the leather chair in front oor desk. The lady sat down and she brought out her documents. She handed them over to me and I went through the documents. I must admit, she's really intelligent. Her academic performance was outstanding and she had all the qualifications needed for the position of a secretary.

If she wanted a divorce in the future, I would give it to her but if she didn't, I wouldn't care either way. Those were my thoughts, but Fake Lizzy is a masterpiece all on her own. She in fact was able to render me speechless all over again. I wanted to applaud her this time when she brought me a book of spring night(Porn Magazine) to relief myself. I was dumbstruck at first; the images in the book were so vivid it was as if the women painted there would come to life the very next moment. For a second, I thought it was some kind of magical book for it looked very real and obscene. I was staggered to find out that my little wife had such a book in her possession.

She looked pampered and polished and expensive, like a trophy on display. "There's a book on the nightstand," Lena said quietly as the others began packing up their supplies. "The boss thought you might want something to read while you wait." I walked back to the bedroom on legs that felt like they belonged to someone else. The book was waiting for me on the nightstand, a novel I had never heard of with a cover that showed a woman standing at the edge of a cliff, looking out at a stormy sea. I picked it up and settled into the chair by the window, the silk of my dress rustling against the upholstery.

She was wearing noble silk pajamas and was reading a beauty book. As soon as she came back, she glanced at her obliquely, let out a cold hum from her nose, and then continued to read her book. "There's something I want to talk to you about." Yang Shuting walked up to her, sat down on the sofa opposite her, and looked at this elegant woman seriously. Ai Qing took the latte placed on the glass table, took a sip gently, stared at the contents of the beauty book all the time, and asked lazily: "Go ahead, what do you want to talk to me about?"

“How could an ordinary, such as yourself let the skin that’s wrapped around you touch the skin of a royal such as myself?! Are you out of your mind?” The lady had two humongous beast-looking guards by her side. She was a young lady in her twenties who dressed like a dignified queen. Her accent is that I’ve never heard before. After bumping into her, I was the only one that fell. From the looks of it, it seemed like I was pushed before knocking her down. I was trying to reach for my diary when she picked it up. “What’s inside this book that got you so distracted that you couldn’t tell if I was standing before you,” the lady said as she picked my book and looked inside.