Book Never Too Far 소설 & 이야기

Alizeh: 'I know, but I can't control my laugh! Varun: "I can say this also with that other meaning, but I am not like that na!" Alizeh: "I know that you are not like that, I know it really well knows! by the way when is my book coming!" Varun: "Maybe 23!" Alizeh: "Yayy, I will keep it with me always!" Varun: "You can also keep me with you always!" Alizeh: "I know, you can also keep me!"

Reiya: Turn to the last few pages of that book and you will notice something. I opened the book and started surfing the last few pages of the book and to my surprise there really was something in the book. A page torn in half and in the half that was still attached to the book were three letters that ended at the torn part and seem to have no connection to everything that I have learned up to date. Those letters were ''NEA-''

You're welcome in advance. It was just texting. No voice. No video. The method her words settled in his chest, it felt like presence. Later in the day as he was icing his knee, he picked up the book again and noticed a scribbled note in the margin. “Some stories aren’t about escape. They’re about returning as someone new.” He didn’t know if she wrote it or if the author did. But either way, it hit. He looked at the untouched tea up until it went cold.

Not far away, Julian jogged along the coastline, his large Doberman trotting faithfully at his side. Even after all these years, time had etched few marks on his face; if anything, it had only deepened his mature charm. He seemed to sense Elara's gaze and strode towards her. "What are you painting?" Julian wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, his chin resting on her shoulder, breathing in the faint scent of paint that clung to her. "My world," Elara smiled, adding the final stroke to the canvas with her brush. The canvas held no complex composition. It depicted a vast, boundless sea, a lone seagull soaring with outstretched wings, and on the shore, two figures leaning into each oth

She looked pampered and polished and expensive, like a trophy on display. "There's a book on the nightstand," Lena said quietly as the others began packing up their supplies. "The boss thought you might want something to read while you wait." I walked back to the bedroom on legs that felt like they belonged to someone else. The book was waiting for me on the nightstand, a novel I had never heard of with a cover that showed a woman standing at the edge of a cliff, looking out at a stormy sea. I picked it up and settled into the chair by the window, the silk of my dress rustling against the upholstery.

I repeated. I'm gonna call him, Azi for now. I get excited every time I go home and saw Azi who is always waiting for me. to come home. He often barked especially when I just arrived from San Albereda University. I smiled as I think of my baby Azi. I am currently inside the library. As usual, I was reading a book. But this time, it's not an educational book. I was reading a novel. A good novel. Safe Haven. Nicholas Sparks wrote the book. All I know is it also has a movie. Maybe I will watch it too.

I’m planning to go to the central library to refer to some books and start learning for my upcoming finals. It’s already been three days since I came to the mansion and I have tried to lock myself in my room and try to study to forget about things, but it doesn’t seem like it’s working well for me. The whole place was constantly making me distracted by thinking so many things about one particular person and it was not at all helping. In fact, it just created a big headache for me as I felt like tossing away everything on my table and just sitting there sulking. So today I decided that enough is enough and to get out of this mansion to get some fresh air. In that way, I can also work on my st

Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters appearing in this work are a work of fiction and only a product of my imagination. Enjoy reading! ------ Did you ever wonder when will be your last day living in this world? What will be the last word you will say to your loved ones, who will be the last person that you will see at your last moment. It's either a doctor or a person who will bring an end to you?

** BOOK 2 ** TITLE: MARRYING MY EX'S UNCLE

It was a fun game. "What's on tap tonight?" he asked, glancing at the screen where Emily now sat against the headboard, her side to the camera, attention fully absorbed by the book in her hands. Excitement tinged her voice as she replied, "'Far From the Madding Crowd' by Thomas Hardy. Read it in college and felt the urge to revisit it." "Sounds intriguing," he mused, genuinely curious. "It is!" she confirmed with a touch of fervor. "Alright, here we go."