A Lady Reading A Book Novels & Stories

They have one train of thought: Indeed, he can’t resist not to see our Young Lady’s charms! Far from their imagination of their feminine Young Lady, the mentioned person was leisurely sitting on her bed while munching some melon seeds and reading the book Jean had given her earlier in the day. Her television was also turned on despite the fact that she wasn’t really paying any attention to it since she was engrossed in reading. “Waah! Handsome ah!” She squealed as she read the book on her hand with a wide smile on her face and laughing maniacally to herself, or so she thought.

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.

“Your dress looks beautiful, Lady Adelaide.” I freeze and see a familiar dark-haired purple dress-wearing queen. Queen Tria of Raleigh has her eyes on a book and she’s sitting at the far corner of the library, closer to the window than anyone I've seen here lately. Her hair is unbound and it looks luscious and silky resting on her pale skin. I walk over and execute a respectful curtsy. “You look no less dashing your Highness.” My eyes catch on the cover of the book she’s reading and my reaction is instantaneous. She notices and smirks.

Layla was reading a book in Riven's bedroom, curled on the couch with a blanket over her. She had taken a dozen books from the library, including the one her mother gave her, though she hesitated to open it. Her dark hair was piled on top her head in a high ponytail and she was dressed in a simple yellow gown that hugged her slender waist and flared out elegantly, stopping a little above her knees. Her feet were bare and tucked underneath her on the couch.

Moonlight spilled across the stone pathways, casting long, elegant shadows while lavender bushes swayed gently in the night breeze. She sat alone on a weather-worn wooden bench beneath a flowering tree. She was reading. Even after spending twelve hours re-stitching torn muscle and soothing fractured minds, she still had the energy to consume text. I still hadn't figured out how someone could enjoy books that much. "You know normal people sleep," I said, stepping out of the shadows. Without looking up from her page, she replied, "Normal people don't spend their evenings stalking." I sat beside her, the wood creaking slightly under my weight. "You knew I was here."

She sat close to the window, which her back against the door, she sat near the light, trying to improver her vision on the contents of the book. The name of the book was unknown to Richard, but all he saw was a lady who seemingly enjoyed every bit of the book, she got lost in it, she couldn't hear when the door opened, neither did she hear the footsteps in the room. Was she using the book to ease herself of Richard's absence? Was her mind too filled with thoughts of the danger of Richard and his men, and was Currently using the book to fill her mind with other thoughts? From what he still to observes, it seemed it did work. But before he could observe any further, he watched as she flipped t

Our first real exchange, and it fits. She takes out a book, slips the bookmark free, and falls into her page. Sometimes she jots something into that little diary of hers, but mostly it’s reading. She doesn’t take her phone out. Not once. Everyone else here lives bent over a screen, chewing food with their eyes locked on glowing glass. But she sits, spine loose, hair falling forward, a book opening in her lap. Paper and ink. Her thumb presses the crease like she is afraid of breaking it. She reads, mouth moving just enough to shape silent words.

Yet she could no longer doubt his interest in her and that it seemed genuine and honorable. Elizabeth shook her head. It would do no good to continue to dwell on this, as it was getting quite late, and if she were going to get a book, it would be better to go down now before she finally changed into her borrowed nightgown. Not wanting to draw any attention at this hour, she first peeked out to see that the hall was empty and then crept as quietly as she could down to the library by the light of her candle. There was still a glow from the fire to aid it in somewhat dispelling the darkness. Relieved to have successfully reached her goal without incident, she immediately crossed to the shelf th

She smirked and dropped my headphones on the table. "I called you several times but you didn't respond" she added. "You would have tapped me or something, that was too harsh" I scolded. "You gonna beat me our something" she sat on the bed. "Argh, you just spoiled the fun I was having with this book" "Just as I planned" she laughed. "That is not funny on any way" I frowned closing the book and put it back into the drawer. She noticed I was really angry about what she did.

Her hair was still wet so she decided to sit on the balcony to read a little more while waiting for the evening. She hated reading those huge tomes, but at the same time she felt the desire to continue to discover more things, even if most likely the notions written inside the books were false. She curled up in a chair and began to read, as time passed. She was so focused that she didn't notice anything around her, the world could cease to exist at that moment and she, in all likelihood, would not even have noticed. She looked up from the book only when a hand pulled it out of her. Taryn observed the hand, followed her arm until she looked at the owner's face.