Book Lover Words Novels & Stories

"Is that a bad thing?" "Of course, it's not. I actually like those people who love to read books. Their minds... I like the depth of their way of thinking. Complex but full of wisdom, and they know to view things in different angles or perspective. In my many years of existing, I have only met some people with that mind depth. Most of them are writers and bookworms." "I also think that way," I said. It really feels good to have someone who has the same perspective as yours. You know, talking about something is different from talking about something that concerns you in a way that both of you have the same way of viewing the topic.

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I was speechless. 'Ah, I forgot about that.' The book I was reading was called 《The Male Lead's Lover》. It was a story filled with crappy cliché, and I also don’t know what I ate to read that kind of book. Maybe I was momentarily out of my mind and bought that book in the bookstore, or maybe I was asleep as I picked that book on the shelf.

And I thought, I thought you were just a— He stopped, hesitant to continue his words. A what? Odessa forced. The librarian dropped his head even lower. A bookworm, milady. Odessa raised an eyebrow at his words, her expression unyielding. A what? A bookworm? You dare call your Luna a bookworm? The li- brarian trembled, his voice barely audible. I didn't mean to offend you, my Luna. Please have mercy. Odessa sighed, her patience already wearing thin.

His thoughtful words resonated with the sentiment behind the vintage book. Bella, touched by the gesture, held the book with a mixture of surprise and gratitude. "Avery, this is incredibly thoughtful. It's not just a book; it's a piece of history and a beautiful symbol of our shared love for stories," she expressed, her eyes conveying the depth of her appreciation.

The general runs his fingers on the edge of the book as he flips every page creating an air that brushes his face. “I can smell the scent of old papers and the bitter taste of ink used. It was so old that the smell was preserved. The writer is good at expressing the words used in every sentence, he chooses words that children can fully be understanding, very kind and clever way of writing,” he said while reading some sentences from each page. “You really seemed to have a lot of knowledge when it comes to books. You said before that you used to be a poet. A writer?” Goryo ask.

Uhm… I just wanted to understand everything that happened last night better,” I whispered, even though I knew that was only half true. Lucian smiled. He pushed off the shelf and walked toward me, he felt close enough that I could smell the faint scent of aged paper and something darker, like midnight rain. “Very well, little librarian. But there are rules. Each book you choose will manifest its story through me. The words you read aloud become sensations on your body. The pleasure is real. It can make you moan, tremble, even come undone. But there is no lasting harm… unless you stay past the final chime too often.”

I recalled last night's incident, and my heart sank thinking about Abigail monitoring me. "Audrey? Well, she's our resident bookworm. Miss Smarty-pants went to class, and then she's going to read at the library," Elodie scoffed, as though being concerned about school was too much to ask. "Aren't you the resident bookworm?" I tilted my head to the side, watching as she flipped another page. "Nah, love, I am a bookwolf, a book-devourer, a book black hole. 'Worm' is a bit too small a creature to refer to me." She said it with that serious, philosophical expression that always made me laugh.

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"Is that a bad thing?" "Of course, it's not. I actually like those people who love to read books. Their minds... I like the depth of their way of thinking. Complex but full of wisdom, and they know to view things in different angles or perspective. In my many years of existing, I have only met some people with that mind depth. Most of them are writers and bookworms." "I also think that way," I said. It really feels good to have someone who has the same perspective as yours. You know, talking about something is different from talking about something that concerns you in a way that both of you have the same way of viewing the topic.