Book Slow Novels & Stories

I watched her expression change, not in fear exactly, but recognition. “What is wrong?” My voice sharpened. “Nothing is wrong,” she said automatically. “That is not the stillness of ‘nothing is wrong.’” I shot back. “Talk to me.” She lowered the vial slowly and set it on the table with deliberate care, then she crossed to the bookshelf. It took her longer than it should have to choose a book. Her fingers hovered before settling on a very old, very worn text. The leather binding was cracked, the pages were yellowed and thin, and when she carried it like something fragile,I swung my legs off the table and stood.

Warm palms, his thumb moving slightly, and I couldn't convince myself it was the champagne or the chandelier light or the weight of everyone watching us. BookTok has done irreversible damage to my brain. All it takes is one dangerous man, a hand at my waist and a low voice telling me to ‘follow his lead’ for my common sense to pack a suitcase and leave without saying goodbye. I pull the sheet over my head, giving myself exactly three seconds of mortified delight, then drag it back off and stare at the water stain on the ceiling. It looks vaguely like Ohio. My apartment feels smaller than it did yesterday morning. Reality presses down with the weight of poor construction and decades-old pipes

I see Vlad approaching and quickly grab a self-help book that was in the middle of the shelf, titled: Tomorrow Will Come Soon and put it underneath, disguising it. “Veronica was soaping her body in the gym shower, lost in her thoughts, distracted as always. The foam that slides off her body makes me watch the water fall in slow motion. I pump my cock, ready to blow up that little hole that drives me crazy…” My GOD! “Coquette! What are you reading?”, I hear Blanca’s voice. I close the book quickly, feeling my cheeks hot. “Blanca… Hi?”, I pull myself together, closing both books, still positioning myself in front of me, “Nothing yet… by the way, I’m sorry about yesterday, I had an unexpected e

ELVIS POV My eyes widened. Blood rushed in my ears. “Is that fucking real?” “Bad words, kiddo,” he chortled, clearly relishing how it got under my skin. I rolled my eyes and caught a smile—or not? I snatched the book, flipping through pages, confirming the impossible. Bee Brown’s updates had been agonizingly slow. Series one had taken forever to conclude, and I knew the wait for the sequel would feel endless. Yet here it was.

However, Maize had other things on her mind and finally lost her patience. “For the love of the goddess, Ben,” Maize groaned, throwing a book at her brother. “If you want to talk to her so badly, then just go out there and do it already. I’m sick of watching you get all excited every time she hobbles by the house.”

"Just tell me." Ivy is used to Cela's lack of emotion. As her editor, she's mastered handling her so well. "Your second book is selling faster than the first one. Only three branches of the bookstore have not confirmed the final sales yet as of 5PM today but the other seven already did!" she told the first good news. "Really?" Cela asked in a casual tone but a smile shortly appeared on her face after realizing she's having a back-to-back success.

I smirked, shaking my head as I randomly picked a book from the shelf and gave it to her. She chuckled softly as she read the title. “Think, Fast and Slow. Really, Sky?” She studied the cover and flickered her eyes on me. “You haven’t read this yet.” “I did, once,” I answered. “It’s a good book.” She scanned the pages, reading them as if she was some kind of computer. After a few pages, she looked up and took a deep breath. “I’m keeping this,” She placed the book on the table. “I’m done thinking. Now, let’s do it fast.”

“Yes sir!” the men replied. Once more, Zephyr laid his eyes on the books, his gaze rested on one of them. The book was covered in a layer of dust and was made of bamboo. It looked unique. “Thunderfoot?” Zephyr muttered as he opened the book, reading its contents. A wave of excitement washed over him. He excitedly flipped through the pages, carefully memorizing the technique’s intricate steps.

The teacher said it was on the middle shelf right in the middle row a year, I went to where the teacher told me the books were, sometimes I looked at her because she is wearing shorts that show her legs well, then I asked the teacher a question, I wanted to know if the school had a collection of books and I said the name for her and she told me she did, that's when she asked Kris to show me where the books I wanted are. -Kris, can you show the teacher where the books are, please, then she got up. I fixed the shorts and showed me the wave of the books, at this time I took her hand and looked into her eyes she stood there looking at me, she gaped, It was at this time that I spoke...

I couldn't outrun them, they caught up, everything was slow, the time, the shoe, me except them. Gao Yu read the write up as he look below to see old block one percent completed. all this for just one percent, well nothing that bad really happen, Yu let's go, I guess we can come back to complete it later, Gao said as he first place his hand on the book cover to see if it has a way of taking him back too. Okay, I was really brought back, Gao Yu who opened his eyes only to see himself in his room said as he look at the book.