Book Lover Words Novels & Stories

Hah“ ”Pfft. Why is my wife being so cute?“ ”Shut up, it wouldn't get me at all“ ”Let's go eat before the food gets cold“ *screen zooms at the very last page of the bool* A book is not just a piece of paper. It is a whole new world. A different dimension. A teacher that would show you things and teach you. A friend that would comfort you and save you. A vehicle that would bring you to a far far away land without even moving from where you are. Just like a journey filled with thousands of different car. Going to various of places that is very far.

Back to sipping wine. 🌷🌺❤️❤️❤️ They lock eyes across the table. Everything around them fades away. They are in a universe all their own. Lost in the depths of each other’s eyes. She can feel his desire, he hers. But it is not lustful. Calm, gentle, controlled. With a sense of longing to escape forever into that universe around them.

𝙃𝙚'𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙧𝙮 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚, 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙛𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙢 𝙩

Gazing back towards the book, it felt as if something was pushing me towards it. I got up and walked towards the book. Placing it on my lap I noticed that the cover was filled with complicated detailing. The material felt rough, it felt old but well-taken care of. The colors were a mixture of ash grey, gold, and specks of white, the title was written in crimson red. Taking a bite from my food, I opened the first page of the book. ---------- [Chapter Quote: "Her soul belongs to words and books. Every time she reads, she is home ."]

A bookshelf stacked with all kinds of books. "Do you like it?"

Alie The invitation says Conversation on Story: Building Worlds for Real Life which is the kind of title that makes you feel smart while you drink tea out of a paper cup and pretend the folding chair isn’t a folding chair. The bookstore is small, all honeyed wood and lamps that try to be kind. Someone strung twinkle lights between nonfiction and essays, like stars got cozy in the ceiling.

She muttered, her voice low and her eyes lit with expectation. Lauren had always been a lover of books since she was a kid. She loves reading and it has always been part of her, so seeing how well arranged his shelf was with varieties of books, Lauren felt happy, and she didn't even wait for Alex to say anything as she walked straight to the shelf and began to check what she could read. Alex narrowed his eyes, but didn't disturb her, and instead, went behind his work table to sit and read through the document his assistant sent to him.

he said at one point. “I learned the hard way,” I replied. “Fast doesn’t mean real.” He smiled. “Neither does intensity.” We stopped at a small bookstore, the kind that smelled like old pages and quiet dreams. We wandered the aisles, occasionally sharing a line from a book we loved or laughing at mismatched covers. “This one feels like you,” he said, handing me a book. I glanced at the title and smiled. “Gentle doesn’t mean weak.” “Exactly,” he replied.

Books are treasures. In saying that, judging from Lysander's last wife, maybe she didn't really seem like a bookworm kind of person and maybe his other wives too. I ran my fingers across the spines of the books before I sighed with great longing, feeling the raised letters and intricate designs. It's like touching the soul of each book. It's sad that I won't be here long to enjoy the feeling of transporting myself into another world. That's the power books had on me. Every inch of my room is a reflection of what I've always dreamt it would look like.