Book Slow Novels & Stories

00 at night, I still have an hour to read this book. “I'm sorry, madam, it's only 09.00 at night, isn't bedtime every 10.00 at night? If I still have an hour and I can't sleep well, that's why I come here to just read a book to relieve boredom. Once again I'm sorry, if I have indeed violated a rule, please don't punish me with severe punishment."

he asked. I nodded with a smile, then took another sip. "Sharon made it." River cracked a grin. He then took his share, sipping quite a lot. "Not bad," he commented. I shook my head and walked over to the small shelf above the fireplace. My fingers sorted through the books until they settled on an orange-covered book with the words XXX XXX XXX written on it. I bring it back to the sofa, keeping River company as he returns to his tablet. A few minutes later, our cups were empty, and my heart was suddenly beating faster than it should. I put the book down on my lap, then looked up at River, who I could tell from the look on his face that he was also feeling strange in his body.

When will he see me as a desirable______. Blake didn’t finish when a blushing Susan pulled it away from him. “I’m sorry, Mr. Elon, this was left by my neighbor. She’s into romance novels,” Susan explained, holding the book to her chest as in protecting the words written in the book from his prying eyes. “It’s okay. So your neighbor like romance novels?” Blake asked, rising from the couch and looking Susan deeply into her eyes. “Sh, she does. It helps her relax over a hard time at the office, and she finds it a good escape.” Susan said quickly, turning so she wouldn’t have to look at Blake, secretly placing the book into her bag. “I’m ready to leave if you are.”

But I know deep inside that I don’t have the luxury or need to know. That’s not my purpose in her life. That’s not my assignment. "What book are you reading?” I asked her, gesturing at the book on the table. I noticed that it had two men on the front cover. “What is it about?” She points at the said book. "This one?" I took a sip from the cup then said, “Yeah.” “It’s a BL book.” I raised my brows. “BL book? What’s a BL book?” She smiled before answering and pursed her lips as she poured tea for me. She placed the pretty teapot on the tray and then looked at me with a funny look on her face. “BL book. It’s a book with illustrations of two grown men fucking.”

he interrupted. “Stop following me Jax,” I commanded establishing my authority changing the conversation because at the end of the day he was just a massive fan of mine. “No, I want recommendations on books, preferably the slow burns with two people trying to fight their connection when they were soulmates from the moment they met but they were blind.” I know what he was doing. He was trying to describe our romance but ours was a tragedy, not a romance in my books anyway. I huffed annoyed and played his game, by saying “I would recommend Birthday Girl by Penelo-“

I say slowly, thinking about what I just heard “It does,” Charles says and he starts to open the backpack he has by the side of the chair he is sitting on. “I knew that she would not believe me, so I brought the book…” he struggles with the bag for some time and after a little back-and-forth, he brings out an old book with thick ancient back. He blows off the little specs of dust on the book before he starts to open up the page pages.

Calm Before the Storm (Isabella's POV) The library smelled like old paper and cedar polish. Sunlight slanted through tall windows, catching dust motes that floated lazy in the air. I’d slipped away after the snowball fight, cheeks still pink from cold and laughter, needing quiet to sort through the mess inside my head. Shelves stretched high, packed with leather-bound books that looked older than the pack itself. I pulled one down at random, thick, dark cover stamped with a crescent moon. Ancient Mate Bonds: Stories of the Moon Goddess’s Gift and Curse. My fingers traced the title. I sank into a worn armchair, opened it, and started reading.

he said and smiled. I just slightly nooded at him. "There's no use of covering it. Just order something for me. I'm hungry. I haven't had breakfast yet. Also, get Colleen Hoover's 'It ends with us' book for me, please. " Many people say that the book is a sad story, so I will try it. I really like novels with a sad theme. Maybe because I've experienced sadness and pain in my life, that's why I have the same taste when it comes to books.

She had to summarize all that in that first encounter or otherwise she would be wasting her time. He was looking down at his book, legs crossed. “Love is A Dog From Hell” by Charles Bukowski. An excellent choice of literature, she thought. He was wearing a long-sleeved knitted sweater and washed-out blue jeans, dark brown leather boots, too clean for hiking boots, he looked more like an indoor guy.

I turned around again on my bed trying to find a magic position to make me sleep and forget reality. I just couldn't rest, as I turned around my eyes landed on that one book, that one book I do not like to cslla book , I call it life. I got off my bed and walked to my drawer to pick up my bible. I had gifted one to Desiree and I had one with me. I opened it up and started reading…. One hour later…. I closed down on my bible with a heavy sigh from my lungs. My heart was now steady and normal. I looked at the bible again and just smiled, funny how much life it had and no one seems to understand the gravity it has, the amount of life it gives.