A Lady Reading A Book Novels & Stories

Books filled every corner—some open, others stacked haphazardly like they’d been read and reread a hundred times. A soft breeze stirred the gauzy curtains, carrying the scent of something floral—lavender, maybe, or sage. And then I saw her. At the center, seated in a massive chair, near a window and holding a steaming cup I assumed was probably tea, was a woman. Her hair was dark auburn, long and thick, braided loosely and thrown over one shoulder. Her eyes, a sharp gray mixed with faint silver– flicked up from the book she was reading and fixed on me.

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.

“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

James occasionally looked at Lily who was engrossed in her collection of books. Lily turned her head towards the source of the voice. She did not see clearly the face of the figure behind the laptop but she couldn't help but smile. "Yes, sir. Thank you." It was a little hesitant for the woman to stand up. "Can I read?" "Sure. Take whichever one you like."

She was never fond of reading a book while riding a carriage as the letters seemed to be moving when she read it, but today, she pretended that she was reading just to keep herself from meeting someone's gaze accidentally. Meanwhile, Reed remained calm on his seat as he kept his eyes outside. But even though his gaze was at the window, he took quick glances at the lady in front of him momentarily. He noticed how her neck turned a little stiff looking to the side for a while now just to avoid the sight of him. He would have said something if she did it longer, but she stopped and started reading a book instead. Reed wanted to smirk when he noticed something. She wasn't really reading. He knew

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.