A Lady Reading A Book Novels & Stories

“I'm sorry.” “No, you're not,” she said, her stare was already pressing down on me. Because annoyingly, she was somehow right. “She actually spent almost half of her day here,” the woman added. “Doing what exactly?” She stared at me again, as if thinking whether to keep this conversation going or not. “Reading of course, what else?” “What was she basically reading about?” “Almost everything,” she gestured towards the space in the bookstore. That was when my eyes drifted towards them. Almost all the book covers were about wolves and leaders. But there wasn't any picture on them, just words.

The atmosphere was so comfortable that it made people sleepy. The young lady was reading a book with great concentration in front of the French window. Wearing a white dress, she looked like a white butterfly that was about to spread its wings and fly away under the setting sun. Her soft, jet black hair was as fluffy as the clouds, and it was so long that it touched the polished floor. After reading the book for a while, she closed it. Staring blankly at her reflection in the French window, she pondered over a question. Who am I?

I was sitting close to the window while reading a new book, this time making sure to browse through the book and making sure I hadn’t taken one like the last. Though I doubt that was possible because Sin made sure to remove any books of that nature from the library shelf. I giggled, flipping the pages of the book I was reading, when the door of my room pulled open and a woman walked in. She was dressed in a sophisticated and elegant way. Her brown hair was tied up in a tight bun with little to no makeup on her face.

Her gaze still focused on her book as she made her way out of the restaurant. It was dark outside. Why would she be out so late? She giggled as she flipped through the pages. It was a romance novel. She seemed to be a sucker for books. It was a coffee shop. Elizabeth had a book in her hand, her gaze focused on the words as she flipped through each page. "Here you go, ma'am," a lady said, placing a cup of Americano before Elizabeth. She looked up at the lady, a gentle smile spreading across her face. "Thank you," she said politely.

“Sorry, but I’m just doing my duty as a librarian so please just follow the rules and keep your phones. And also, Lucifer will surely get mad at you if ever he got disturbed. He’s so frightening when he’s mad so if I were you— “Fuck off! You don’t know to whom you’re dealing with so IF I WERE YOU, I’LL FUCK OFF NOW before I change my mind and take that fucking hairs on your scalp!” she said while continuously pushing me until I sank down on the floor. Her friend was about to kick me when the door opened. “What’s happening here?!” A lady about the age of 30 came inside the library carrying so many books with her. Her hair is green and she’s wearing an all-denim outfit.

He only pushed the door open when he heard a faint hum. The moment the doctor stepped into the room, he welcomed by a sight of bed wherein a woman in her twenties was half-leaning against her pillow as she read a book. Her ginger hair was braided to her left side. The warm light from the lamp next to her bed gave her a holy aura. Her long lashes were cast down as she remained immersed into the world of the book she was reading. The doctor immediately knew that his patient was in a good mood. Usually, the lady would often scroll her phone or tablet with a look of boredom or irritation on her face. But right now, the small curl of the corners of her lips gave away her current state.

The woman then walked to the right and sat on one of the chairs that were there. "Wow. It's my first time entering a large library like this. Usually maybe I just walked into a bookstore and bought a novel there to read at home, "Bella muttered. The woman was busy looking at this huge library area. The books here are neatly arranged and lined up on the shelves that have been provided. Really awesome. Plus, the condition of this library is very calm and conducive. It is suitable for her who really likes reading books. Bella shook her head softly. The woman looked back at the book that she had put on the table. She immediately focused on hers original purpose here. Reading book.

But today, All of it pricked her skin, pouring a solemn feeling all over her. Benny wasn't waiting by the door as usual and she found it odd. The cool air emitting from the air conditioner grazed her skin as usual, she pulled off her shoes, slipping her feet into a pair of fuzzy flip flops, upon raising her face up to see through the empty exuberant house, she stilled. Her frozen eyes drilled into the one person who happened to be a lady seated on a plush couch with legs crossed and eyes skimming a magazine. A glass of orange juice placed in front of the lady looked untouched. The woman adjusted the robes which she wore, then reached out to touch the her hair wrapped around like a crown befo

Since I’m going to be Astrid’s mom forever, I figure I’ll need all that information, so I’d better get the book. I get to the check-out area, and there’s a redheaded lady there with glasses staring at her computer. She looks up when I plop the heavy book on the counter. “Sorry,” she says. “That’s a reference book, so we can’t check those out. You’re welcome to read it here.” “Oh,” I say. “Sorry.” “No problem,” she says, then she goes back to staring at her computer screen.

It was the perfect place to hide and read. My retracing my steps paid off as the nook came into view, but it wasn’t as empty as I had first seen it. A lady sat on the couch, curled up with a book on her lap, too engrossed in what she was reading to notice I was standing a few feet from her. ‘Why is she there?’