Book Lovers Novels & Stories

I look forward to being a well known writer like, Chimamanda Ngozie Adichie, the late legend; Chinua Achebe, Nnedi Okorafor, Wole Soyinka, Colleen Hoover, Ted dekker, Sidney sheldon, Dean Koontz and so many others. I don't think I have ever seen anyone who reads wild like I do. My love for books is out of this world, I just purely love good books, like really really good books with awesome plots. I can't be spotted anywhere without holding a novel. I was about to read one, 'Home coming' by Yaa Gyasi.

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"You haven't mentioned you know a man by the name Arden, Addie. Is there something I need to--" "No!" was her quick response. Exasperatedly, she rolled her eyes to the roof. "Mom, just an acquaintance. I met him when I was...in...in the city. I forgot to return the...the book, yes, the book, so yeah, what a pleasant visit, but it's late so we have to hit the hay for now and call it a night, shall we?" She widened her eyes at me. "I thought you would go to the cafe?"

They wandered through the aisles, running their fingers along spines that held countless worlds within their pages. Emily's eyes sparkled with excitement as she plucked a weathered book from the shelf. "Liam, look at this," she exclaimed, her voice filled with wonder. "It's a collection of love letters from different eras. Each page holds the raw emotions of someone's heart."

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.

After the party last night, saying goodbye to Ella, I asked her out for lunch this time, it was my turn to ask her out, she said yes. We went to our home with a big wide smile plastered on my face, this was the best birthday ever, how did she even managed to find a little that likes reading and books. She even work in the book shop, see my love for stories did pay out, we found her, we still didn’t know how to ask her about being a little, or being our little to be exact. But we did agree on taking things slow with her, on letting her get used to us on her own terms and conditions.

Stepping into the vast expanse, I was greeted by the scent of old books and the hushed whispers of fellow seekers of wisdom. The library was a labyrinth of shelves, each filled with countless tales waiting to be devoured. I navigated through the maze, my fingers gently grazing the spines of books, as if seeking a connection with the stories within. The soft glow of reading lamps cast a warm ambiance, creating pockets of tranquillity amidst the bustling world outside.

I can’t get invested in any way, especially not emotionally. “B-books,” I stammer. “It would be a terrible thing to have to do, to narrow it down to one, especially for a book lover like me Never ask a book lover what their favorite book is. You’ll be here eight hours later, listening to us going off on tangent after tangent, discussing the merits of just about every book that has ever been published since the dawn of time.” Mike laughs, a clear, deep, manly sound that is like a deep brook, and I’m the one diving in, in search of the bottom.

Luxiana Sommeris Work had been exhausting, but I felt a quiet satisfaction at the end of the day. A steady stream of students and middle-aged readers had come to the library, eagerly searching for books to immerse themselves in. I’d always assumed that technology would take over even the simple joy of reading. With ebooks and online platforms offering instant access to stories—often for just a handful of coins—it seemed inevitable. Yet, seeing people choose the weight of a book in their hands, cherishing the earthy smell of its pages, and savoring the anticipation of flipping to the next chapter made me undeniably happy.