Better Than The Movies Book Novels & Stories

Men like that couldn’t be trusted. The book bored me, as it turned out, so I laid on the couch and watched a movie instead. I stared at the screen, watching people draw laser swords on each other when really, they just wanted to fuck each other. I could read between the lines. Dark Side or not, I knew what sexual tension looked like.

"As far as I remember, you've been reading that damn novel since I've been talking to you. What do people enjoy in reading words?" "Because it's awesome." "How? You can rather watch a movie than read books." I slapped the book out of her hand. "This book… 'The Badboy's Pre-planned Future Bride' by 'Gift Odulesi', it's awesome. You really should read her books. Some people prefer reading books than watching movies." She rolled her eyes and picked the book from the floor. "Oh, really? People like who?" I took a handful of chips and threw it into my mouth, munching it.

Ivana must have misunderstood his reaction because she cleared her throat and sat straighter. “I mean, it would make a great movie or series, sir. Most movies aren’t exactly the same as the books, but if we keep the main essence, it would be no problem,” his new temp explained. Calvin nodded. He liked the idea. He had to be sure he was doing it for the right person. “If it’s a book, a very popular book, the book world will go mad for it.” “A popular book?” he interrupted.

I still felt like everything was too much like an RPG for it not to be a game, but I still hadn’t found any proof. Claire started poking the fire again. “We might even have to kill other people, that’s what you’re saying, aren’t you?” “Ooh,” said Flossie, getting animated. “It’s like The Hoonger Games!” “Yes,” I said. “A bit like that.” “I fookin’ love Katniss.” “Those films were terrible,” Maurice insisted vigorously. “Absolutely shocking.” A ‘book versus movie’ debate broke out.

I looked at him silently, and he looked handsome as ever, like a true genius, reading his book, like I didn't exist beside him. Reading is not in my line, but because of him, I tend to pretend to read different sorts of books like a bookworm. But that didn't help me because I would fall asleep quickly every time I tried to read something, especially a novel. That's why I prefer watching movies over reading because it's more enjoyable for me." "Peanuts, hon," he offered without looking at me, handing me the bag of peanuts. "Thank you, hon," I responded with a yawn.

“Let me guess, the main character was behind everything all along, is he?” My eyes widened when he figured out what the plot twist was! “But at least you figured it out on your own, I didn’t say anything.” I chuckled and smiled wide, trying to defend myself. “Hey, why don’t you just watch the movie? It can save you so much more time compared to reading a 400-page book, you’re not even halfway to the end yet!” I said while looking at his bookmark, seeing how he’s only at page 124 out of 437. “I have it downloaded on my phone, let’s play it on your TV!”

Being in a bookstore increased those chances a bit. “You know,” the young man said, “I read your first book, Out of the Shadows, Into the Dark.” “Well, thank you.” “Don’t thank me yet. I didn’t say whether I liked it or not.” This surprised a laugh out of Brad. “Touché.” “I’m just messing with you,” the man said, wearing an infectious grin. “I thought it was a great book, creepy and atmospheric. The movie adaptation, on the other hand . . . that was a real stinker.”

she said and I rolled my eyes, "Baby almost every movie sucks to you... 98% of all movies in fact..." She shrugged, "it's not my fault that they suck..." I looked at her, "if they were to turn my book into a movie, would you watch it?" I was really nervous about this question. I watched as she chewed and then swallowed her food, "want me to be honest?" I nodded, "please..." She sighed, "UNTITLED... I'd definitely watch.. the book is beautiful.. you just need to end it.." I furrowed my brows at her, "what? What do you mean..."

“But they don’t need books to tell stories. They recite their tales from memory, beating the rhythm with their staff.” “Trust me,” he insists, nodding his head vigorously as if that alone could convince me of his wisdom, “Books are better.” “But how can they be?” I respond, a bit offended. “How can anything compare to a story acted out in front of you? I feel like I’m right in the middle of the action I…”