Book Desire Novels & Stories

Something that is abrupt or quick, one that has their love prevailing at all costs. "Sadly in most books, yes." She sighed, not looking happy, "but you see that's not healthy." "So why do you read them?" "We all need an escape, don't we? To believe that these obsessive kinds of love will sweep us off our feet. Dreamy blue eyed gods falling in love with mere mortals." I nodded sadly. Our story is similar quite alright. The bus had come to a stop and as we came down she pressed a hardcover book in my hand and ran off.

he said and smiled. I just slightly nooded at him. "There's no use of covering it. Just order something for me. I'm hungry. I haven't had breakfast yet. Also, get Colleen Hoover's 'It ends with us' book for me, please. " Many people say that the book is a sad story, so I will try it. I really like novels with a sad theme. Maybe because I've experienced sadness and pain in my life, that's why I have the same taste when it comes to books.

The older lady patted her shoulder lightly while returning the smile then headed back to her business leaving Amy behind. "Where do I start from?" Confused Amelia whispered. "What kind of Christian books would be less boring?" She exhaled deeply while her fingers traced through the books on the shelf. “‘Ahaha!” exclaimed confused Amy as she picked out a book from the shelf. “What could this be about?” wondered Amy while she read the synopsis of the book in her hand. She read out in an undertone, “Filled with faith and inspiration, Break Out will challenge you to build a new prespective, let nothing hold you back…” Nodding her head in concurrence to the words she read, “ hmmmmm…. I certainly

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I stopped at the library door and smiled to myself. ‘Books are better than people. Books don’t hate on you for something you didn’t do.’ I pushed the door open and breathed in the wonderful smell of books. ‘Paradise.’ I strolled to the shelves and scanned through the books, reading their names off their spines. ‘It seems Dante wasn’t joking when he said half of his library was filled horrors.’ A book caught my eye, and I pulled it from the others. “Bone and Souls by B. Brian.” I read the name aloud and skimmed through the description behind it. “This seems interesting.”

Henry’s POV "Where do you find the fire for your stories?" I asked, feeling curious. I had never read a romance novel before, but I had seen the covers, bold, suggestive, and practically pulsing with unspoken desires. Paperbacks stacked in market stalls, their glossy designs promising passion, longing, and reckless abandon. But Kathrine? She looked too young, too untouched by the kind of fevered emotions her pages surely held. How did she conjure such raw intimacy with nothing but ink and imagination? Could someone truly write about desire without ever feeling it? The thought of her having that kind of experience made my brain short-circuit. I wasn’t ready to consider it.

"The view is exquisite, isn't it? All those ants scurrying about, utterly oblivious to the true architects of their lives." "Indeed," I murmured, a faint smile touching my lips. Desiree often indulged in our shared fantasy of playing as gods. "Ignorance truly is bliss, isn't it? Besides, it makes our work all the more…efficient." I turned from the window, meeting her gaze. "You never did explain why I should steer clear of Kade Everhart." Desiree didn't turn or even glance my way, but I saw the subtle stiffening of her shoulders. Hmm... Interesting. Did she have a history with him? "You looked into him? Wasn't my word enough?"

Anahita's POV I can't stop my tears now. I am sitting in a taxi. The taxi driver gave me a strange vibe. I asked him to drop me off at the train station. I bought a ticket for the earliest train that leaves in half an hour. I hugged the bag that I only had. I am alone again. There was a time in everyone's life when they were afraid of bare bones, rotted to the ground, wanted to throw up, give up on their desires, or run and hide. I promised my brother that I would be safe. It seems my decisions are destined to be proven wrong.

He then decided to read out loud; "Dear Jayden, This is me letting you know that I have finally decided to leave for good and please, don't bother looking for me because you will never find me. I feels so good to finally be free from your bondage, it amuses me to know that I will never see your face again. Just as I will move on with my life, move on with yours too. Be happy and forget I ever existed which I'm also going to do. As a matter of fact, I already did that and I please with you to allow me enjoy the remaining days of my life by not looking for me. Recover fast and move on with your life. Your sincerely, Jessica "

What a relief! The bookstore has a warm and inviting atmosphere. The design is classic, with wooden shelves that give a sense of tradition and permanence. The atmosphere is calm and silent, allowing perfect concentration so I can enjoy reading. I like environments like that, because they make me relax. Even though Dom's library is also wonderful and gives me almost the same feeling, the problem with all this is that every room in that place carries Dominique's scent and that must be why my head is all on alert. The little time we spend together is too much, it must be affecting me, because now, I'm calm here. I swipe through the pages of a survival manual, written by a guy who spent 3 months