Alone Time Book Novels & Stories

Wake up, smile, talk about the book, sign copies until my hand cramped, eat something that did not quite taste like home, sleep in a bed that was never quite right, then do it again. I was tired in a way that went deeper than sleep could fix. The book was called *Always*. I had written it in pieces over the last few years, sitting at the kitchen table while Dominic worked in the garden or read in the chair across from me. It was not a story about the beginning. It was a story about what comes after the beginning. About choosing the same person on ordinary Tuesdays and difficult Thursdays and every morning after a hard night. About love that does not stay new but becomes something steadier, s

Aella POV For the first time in weeks, everything was quiet. No alarms. No mutant attacks. No reports waiting on my desk. Just the soft afternoon light spilling through the windows of the Sanctuary and my daughter sitting quietly on the floor beside me. Althea had surrounded herself with books again. Not toys. Books. She couldn't even read yet. At least... Not the way normal people did. She simply rested one tiny hand on a book before pushing it toward a maid or toward me, almost as though she already knew whether it contained something useful.

A faint rustle of pages somewhere in the distance. Zane seemed completely absorbed in his books. Every now and then he’d underline his book. Everything about him seemed arranged… And there was his book—covered in hasty notes and crossed lines. Perfect and messy at the same time. It was… strange. Watching him. This was the first time we were alone somewhere that wasn’t his bedroom. Or the locker room or shower, where we have to act like we weren’t fucking. My eyes drifted back to my book, then back to him. Back to my book. Then back to him again.

Nathaniel said. “Another one! Another one!” Sebastian requested. Alisa nodded with a smile. “You want another story, Ali?” Nathaniel asked his daughter. Alisa nodded. “I can’t hear you, baby.” Alisa swayed her body at first, then spoke. “Another one!” Nathaniel chuckled, pinching Alisa’s cheek lightly. “Good girl.” They hadn’t seen Serena yet, so they eagerly listened to another story. The last book Nathaniel read was 'Goodnight Moon.' It was the perfect story to get them ready for bed. As he read, he changed his tone and pointed to the items mentioned in the book. By the time he was done, the kids were satisfied.

David raised an eyebrow. A sinking feeling hit my stomach. At 9:00 pm, I started a video call with Matthew. "Are you home alone?" I asked. "Of course. Who else would be here?" He flipped the camera around, showing the apartment. It was empty and quiet. It was just him. I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding. "Sophie, you've got to trust me." "Good night, Matthew." Just as I was about to fall asleep, a push notification lit up my phone.

I stretch out my arm, I check the book inside the bag with my touch, I complete the mission and with the book in my hands I start reading. After half an hour I got hungry so I took out my lunch that I didn't digest due to being stupid and poisonous, the window got soaked thanks to the drizzle, I smiled hearing the relaxing sound of the drops falling and imagining idiot number one being happy for the rain. For two hours I spent page after page, I loved it, the romantic story of Jack the doll with a clock heart is fascinating. His friends and advisors are so wise. I love it. I was halfway through the book; which is super short and very understandable; When my cell phone calls me, I pick up wit

I clenched my teeth as I hurried past the place. The smell of old books thickened in the air. Books were stashed into every part of the racks; you could tell some were even forced in. The library was silent, with only a few people reading. I didn’t know where I was going or what books to pick first, but I kept walking, my eyes wandering over the books one after another. When I reached the end, my eyes caught a particular book placed in a different spot—The Chronicles of the Moonbound. It wasn’t on the rack like the others; it sat alone on a table.

Or maybe I just wasn't the kind of girl that people noticed that way. I glanced down at the book in my hands, tracing the edges of the worn-out cover with my fingers. I could use more writing to pass time. At least books didn't judge. They don't whisper about you behind your back, or remind you that you were sitting alone on dinner night while the rest of the world paired off like it was some teenage romance novel. I flipped the book open, trying to disappear into the pages, but before I could even focus on a single word, a voice cut through the cafeteria noise.

Allan picked up the only novel there which was in the far right corner almost covered by Allan's other tomes. Allan wasn't used to reading novels, just looking at the title made him lazy. 'Journey of Love?' Allan frowned. "Aish! What is this book? Never mind, it's better than nothing! Who knows, it might help me fall asleep!" Allan took the book which wasn't thick and returned to his recliner and started reading. At first he was lazy to read it but over time Allan was immersed in his new book, because the novel book was thin enough that Allan, who was used to reading thick Business and Management books, was able to finish it in a short time. Allan closed it. And looked towards the book.

I just feel he is lazy and probably doesn’t want to do anything today but this is also what I want, I just want to be left alone, so I gave him a hard nod, “Okay!” Time passed quietly as I read the book and I found myself staring into space. Nothing was running through my mind and all I thought of was… nothing! I didn’t know how much time passed, it was like I was left in my world without any disturbance or distractions that would make me feel hatred or fear and this has always been the kind of life I wanted. A very peaceful life which I knew I might never get.