Book Lover Words Novels & Stories

In fact, the pile of my words can be categorised as rambling. Well, I loved reading newspapers, inspirational books, classics and most importantly, novels. Love stories are a key to my heart and a fuel to my imagination. I was teased by the name 'reading maniac' because I could literally read anything. All I need is a piece of writing. Though this habit is considered ‘boring’ by my friends, but I like it so, I do it and I have no regrets or problem in being called a ‘boring person’.

he asked with furrowed brows and suspecting eyes. "This is called intra librum, literally means inside the book. Here you can enter the world of the book and experience it first hand," His eyes suddenly glistened, his mouth opened while turning around—the same expression when he first toured the meadows of Pixie Realm. "You mean to say I can enter a book from here?" "Yes, that's what I said," Doom excitedly scanned the book titles. He kept on asking me if I was telling the truth or just pranking him. He asked several questions about how it worked and the likes. He finally grabbed a copy of the book he wanted to enter.

He told to help myself to whatever book I may want to read and he took his seat behind his desk, writing away on a parchment with a quill pen. I schemed through ledgers of the books, reading titles that were written in languages I did not understand. All the books were red, except for a particular purple one. Curious, I picked it and read the words written on the hard cover; ‘Lobo’ was the single word that was inscribed into the thick cover.

Sending love and well wishes to you all xx A trail of water dripped behind Bellamy as he emerged from the shower, a towel hung loosely around his waist as he ruffled another towel through his now damp curls. “Whatcha reading gorgeous?” he nodded to Thea. Placing an intricately carved silver bookmark in between the pages, she placed her book down on the bedside table. Letting out a contented sigh, she stretched her arms and legs out on the bed. “It’s called ‘Her Fae Lovers’ by one of my favourite authors, Jane Knight.” A sleepy smile danced across her face as she dragged her eyes over Bellamy’s wet, exposed torso. Little pearls of water clung to his taught, tanned skin making him glisten unde

Liora Vale had always loved the quiet. At twenty-one, she worked the night shift at the old city library. Most people thought the job was boring, but Liora loved being alone with the books after midnight. The tall shelves felt like old friends. One rainy night, while sorting the rare books section, she found a strange leather book hidden behind others. It had no title. When she opened it, the pages glowed softly. Words appeared. Choose a story. Bring him to life. One night only.

‎ ‎Appearing as silence. ‎ ‎Always this. ‎ ‎Never not this. ‎ ‎The light that is. ‎ ‎The love that is. ‎ ‎The being that is. ‎ ‎The silence that is. ‎ ‎The word that is. ‎ ‎The meaning that is. ‎ ‎The understanding that is. ‎ ‎Only this. ‎ ‎The book is complete. ‎ ‎Without completion. ‎ ‎The story is over. ‎ ‎Without over. ‎ ‎The reader is awake. ‎ ‎Without waking.

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As I perused the books, I could feel Aidan’s gaze on me. The shop, much like the one downstairs, boasted an impressive selection. These were books to be enjoyed in the coffee lounge, not purchased or taken home. A smile tugged at my lips as I reached the romance novel section. So, Well Thumbed had these too. I wondered if they had hidden gems, perhaps something I hadn’t read or that Uncle Alex’s book club, Bound To Please, hadn’t discovered yet.

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