A Lady Reading A Book Novels & Stories

“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.

“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.

“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.

Swallowing down my nerves, I head to the front door and knock. I don’t know if I’m supposed to wait for her to come answer me, but I push the door open myself when I wait for a few seconds. It’s unlocked. Light filters into the living room from the open windows, and the flat TV screen is on but playing without sound. On the sofa, a woman who seems to be in her eighties is lying down holding up a book that covers her face. With everything I imagined, I didn’t think I would see Lily Anderson reading…a novel.

Chapter 120 A few days later, Dona Amélia was comfortably seated in the armchair in the library, immersed in the pages of a classic novel. The soft late-afternoon light streamed through the windows, creating a cozy atmosphere for her reading. She adjusted her glasses and turned the page, completely absorbed in the story. That was when the insistent ringing of her cell phone pulled her out of that fictional world. "Oh, what a shame! It was getting so interesting," she murmured with a faint smile, carefully closing the book and picking up the phone that was resting on the small table beside her.

And then I walked towards the young lady who was reading a book. She was so immobile, that even when I took the book from her, she did not make any response or reaction. I hold the book closer to my face, while looking intently at the book my head starts to ache. I turned the pages of the book, and on the last page, there is a hand writing, it says: Please take care of this book. Love, Irina.

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.