Book Desire 소설 & 이야기

She must have exhausted herself with all that training. I moved quietly into the room, intending to just take the book so it didn’t fall and wake her. My hand closed around the spine, lifting it carefully. The cover made me pause. A shirtless man with a woman pressed against a wall, his hand tangled in her hair. The title was something generic…“Forbidden Desire” or some shit like that. It was an explicit romance novel. I almost smiled. My little sister, reading dirty books. It was kind of adorable, actually.

he murmured, not standing from the bed but not looking away either, “If you keep looking at me like that, I won’t stop pretending that this is nothing.” She did not look away. She did not move nor breathe. And in that moment—a burning, fragile moment—their desire stood naked between them, undeniable and dangerously close to breaking. Not touching. But wanting. God, wanting. And wanting, she realized, was far more powerful than she had ever expected.

He shook her from his mind and pushed open the doors to the study. The rug-lined room was bigger than B’s above-garage apartment. Floor to ceiling bookshelves dampened any noise B might made in his whiskey search. There didn’t seem to be a single inch of space on any one of the shelves. Books of all colors, textures, and sizes were packed together. In front of the book spines sat hundreds of little treasures–seashells, pocket watches, glass figurines, and carvings of creatures. So many creatures. B let his fingers drift over the book spines: The Picture of Dorian Gray. The Catcher in the Rye. The Odyssey. Brave New World. The Call of the Wild. White Noise. So many stories he’d never read and

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“No… It doesn’t. But it felt as if it was burned into my skin.” “It’s the same design as the one on the book…” Leo adds with a frown. “Can you read it?” Thea implores curiously. “Yeah… - I nod, skimming through the contents - It’s like a journal. Or a diary… Would you mind if I went to read it in peace?” “No, no. Go ahead.” I go to the bedroom in the back before turning the book to the first page and start reading.

The first thing Iris Calloway learned about desire was that it never announced itself. It didn’t come crashing through the door or demand attention. It slipped in quietly, settled beneath the skin, and waited, patient, relentless until it became impossible to ignore. She felt it now, standing in the center of the Blackwood penthouse, a crystal flute of champagne trembling ever so slightly in her hand. Engagement parties were supposed to feel celebratory, Light, Safe. This one felt like a test.

, you know? "No," he replied. I opened my eyes, turning my head to find him. Hazz had a frown, leaning with an elbow and leaving his head in the palm of his hand. He only expressed the complete confusion. "Dd have you never watched A Beautiful Woman? "I asked, and he denied it. I was amazed. "It's my favorite romance of my whole life. It's about a prostitute who agrees to spend a weekend with her client, but they end up falling in love. It's a classic of every passionate and romantic woman's life. And a secret love of the men who only watched for Julia Roberts and the piano scene with Richard Gere.”

– I'm full of fear, when I think about the possibilities of not working out. — Never doubt your potential, my love – he says – it may seem suspicious for your mother to tell you that, but I smell a good romance from afar. You know me well, and you know it's not something that holds me back. And I knew. Desirée had a bookcase full of books. Most were novels, and many of them were read to the fifth page. If she didn't like the first five pages, she dropped the story without even thinking about it. I got tired of seeing her donate or exchange books for others, because she just didn't get attached. But there were the excellent ones that made her sigh at the corners of the house and cry her eyes

Jayden walked among the bookcases, her eyes reading the titles and the authors of the books. Alexa had become lost in a world of fantasy, mystery, and (although she would deny it if anyone asked) romance. Her heart yearned for a connection like the ones she would read about, that total completeness that true love brought to its bearer, and it ached at the feeling of emptiness that echoed after that thought. The girls inside the bookstore remained completely unaware of the sinister presence that gazed upon them from across the empty street. Muddy eyes gleamed in ominous glee as they observed the redhead browsing books.

Chapter 2: The Heartbreak When Selene was finally released from work, she quickly rushed out of the building while her heart raced with the desire to binge-read her books. She longed to escape into the familiar comfort of her favorite stories, where reality faded and adventure beckoned. But as she walked past the various establishments lining the street, her gaze fell upon the local bookstore. She bit her lip thinking, torn between her love for reading and her dwindling allowance. Just one book wouldn't hurt, right? She hesitated, mentally calculating how much she could spare. Before she could make her final decision, her feet had already started walking toward the entrance of the bookstore,