Book Where Reader Falls In Love With Character Novels & Stories

That night, I knew her body was on the verge of giving in. But that was not how I wanted things to happen. Hell. I don’t even know what I want to happen between us anymore. Katriona was an unexpected twist in this game. I didn’t want to but I found myself suddenly cracking a smile when I read the title of the book she was reading. 101 Ways To Defeat The Northerners. I didn’t know I had such a book hanging inside my house. Had I known, I would have burnt it a long time ago.

We can withdraw three books at a time and we can withdraw it together," he smiles and with the promise that we will meet each other at the entrance of the hall in ten minutes, we both get separated. I walk through the wide hallways watching at the books in the shelves. It feels like I could get all the books from there and I could read all of them at the same time. I want to read all the books but I don't think that's even possible. So, I walk further to explore more of the books. And then, my eyes stuck in the book in which there is a sixteen year old girl who's half face is almost covered by her dupatta and her face has such a vibrant energy radiating from her. I decide to take that book.

The sun was gone, but it was still hot as sahara. I leaned in the bed and closed my eyes. As usual I couldn't sleep. I got up and took a book to read. It's one of my ways to feel at peace with my mind and body. Maybe this will help me get sleepy. The living room. It's majestic just like this book's theme. An impossible love story. Prince, princess. Breaking the rules for love. There is no better place to read this piece of art. I stepped out of my room and headed for the stairs, clutching the book to my chest. I lifted it to my face, inhaling its scent, old paper tinged with something almost... majestic.

Glancing at the door and listening carefully to ensure Amelia wasn’t approaching, I placed my coffee down on a nearby table and pulled it from the shelf. Chewing my lip, I flicked through the pages to find the specific page I was looking for and found it almost instantly. It was one of my favourite books that was written by a human, about a boy falling in love with a girl, struggling to confess his love to her, so he used a poetic way to confess. A hidden message between the lines, so he could tell her how he felt without really telling her. The only problem was that she never got to find out what it meant until it was too late. She lost him before she could confess her feelings were mutual.

Finally, with a sigh, I shook my head and muttered to myself, “I can only have one of you.” The marshmallow looked innocent enough. The book, on the other hand, was dangerously sweet. After a moment of consideration, I popped the marshmallow into my mouth and continued reading. The book Indy gave me was a short romance story. She had said it would be a good place to start. I was beginning to suspect that she had deliberately chosen something that would make my heart explode. It was the classic story of a prince and a pauper. The female lead was poor, kind, and so selfless that it made my stomach hurt sometimes. She helped strangers, fed animals, and forgave people who did not deserve forgive

I take it from the bag I brought in my hand and open it to the page marked with a marker. I can count a maximum of ten minutes of reading until Adam brings his body close to me and sits next to me. ""Love of a Duke". "He reads on the cover of the book in my hands. "I didn't know what romanticism made the type of the young lady. "There are many things about me that you don't know. " I return without taking my attention from the book. "You're sharp"tongued today. "He comments but I don't answer.

I was also slightly taken aback by its reaction. Like heck, really? Of all the reasons it could come up with, it had to choose that one? What does it think of me? That I'm one of those girls who went crazy over Dashiel? Ha?! Damn it—never in my wildest dreams would I ever fall for that guy. Yes! I admit I have feelings for him, but I never thought I would be one of those girls who fell for him. It's not a secret that many have fallen for him. But I never thought I would be one of them.

I trailed and looked at him. “Tell me why you love to read books? You always look happy and content with a book in your hand” he said surprising me. I wondered when he even noticed me. I looked back up at the stars. For some reason I wanted to tell him the truth. “Books make me feel alive Ethan. My love for books doesn’t just stop with mere reading, I live with them. Everyone thinks that I actively avoid interactions with people and that I prefer to be alone, but I’m not really alone, my very thoughts and memories are filled with them. These books have genuine emotions and feelings, but it’s not the case with reality, almost everything is fake! That’s why I dwell in books. Everyone in our li

Biting my lip, I reached down and pulled it out. “Just a few pages,” I murmured to myself. Settling back against the pillows, I flipped open the book and began to read. The story was surprisingly engaging—a story about forbidden love between a guy from the streets and a rich girl. Before I knew it, hours had passed, and I had devoured more than half the book. The detailed scenes sent a flush to my cheeks, but I couldn’t bring myself to stop. Eventually, my eyelids grew heavy, and the words on the page began to blur. Clutching the book to my chest, I drifted into a deep sleep.

Even though he never greeted me before. It feels like it's only been a few days since I entered the campus. But I already miss the smell of the library. The books that are neatly arranged on the bookshelves are calm for my thoughts. I walked in the hallway, looking for the book I wanted to read until one of the book titles caught my eye. "A man's love story" was the title of the book. I look for a table at the end of the reading room. It feels more comfortable when I'm alone. I read the book strand by a sheet. The longer I get lost in the story. Increasingly lulled me to every plot written by the author.