Novel & Cerita Books For Adults Who Love Harry Potter

I made love to her after that and she slept like a baby all through the night. I wouldn't say sex was a cure for her nightmares but it helped and that was enough for me. I'm seriously addicted to her body like an addict is to drugs and I'm not so sure I ever want to stop. "Hey gorgeous." I stride across the room to meet her and bend to kiss her hair. "What are you reading?" "Harry potter." She lifts the book for me to see the cover. "It's so addictive." "Yeah, it is." I agree. "You can see it's a little bit worn out. I read it a lot when I was younger."

Back in LA, in times like this, where I had nothing to do and was seemingly distracted, I would lie in bed, reread one of the books on my shelf, and reread it the next day until I could almost memorize the entire thing. I'm an avid fan of reading. I loved J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter series, James Patterson's Maximum Ride Series and his other books like Suzanne's letter to Nicholas, Rick Riordan's Percy Jackson series, The Kane Chronicles, Heroes of Olympus, the House of Night series, Blue Bloods and many others I can't name now. I sighed for the second time when my aunt called my name and refused to get my butt off her black couch in the living room as I flipped the television from one chann

While the library was filled with business books and self-help books, she was able to find some novels, albeit classics. Mary had stolen them, or more like borrowed them for a while, and she was in his room reading. And no, it wasn’t due to the fact that she missed Nicholas or just wanted to smell his scent. No. It was more because she found reading in his room better since it was bigger than hers and his bed was more comfortable. She lay on the bed, armed with a bowl of salted popcorn she had made early, as she flipped the pages of Harry Potter. Just close to her, on the nightstand, was the milkshake, which she would occasionally sip from.

The sun was out, and the weather was beautiful. A contrast to the storm brewing inside the house. I signed and leaned against Mum’s grave as I continued reading Harry Potter and the Half-blood Prince since it had been one of her favourite books when she was alive. I hadn’t been a big fan of books and only read because of Mom. I read about seven chapters before I got tired, so I closed the book and lay down on the well-trimmed grass beside her grave. Weird, I know but it always calmed me down to be this close to her.

“This one weaves mystery and magic, but underneath, it’s a story about trust and power.” Her face softened. “I’ll take it.” As I wrapped the book, another man stepped in, younger, sharp-eyed, dressed in a rumpled suit. His gaze swept the shelves with a hunger I recognized all too well. “Looking for something… thrilling,” he said, voice low. I leaned forward slightly. “Try The Silent Corner, it’s about secrets that change everything.” He nodded, brows furrowed, then murmured, “Secrets change everything.” The bell jingled again. A teenager, headphones around his neck, glanced nervously at the counter. “Uh, do you have any fantasy? Like with dragons?”

Karl nodded his head as he followed me around the room, looking at his old stuff. Next, i turned to the small bookshelf beside his bed. I traced my fingers across the spine of the book, reading their titles as i do. Most of the books are copies of Harry Potter and Lord of the rings. He also has four books of Game Of Thrones. "Didn't take you for a bookworm." I commented as i pulled out the first book in the Game of Thrones series. Karl placed his right hand on my hip as he looked at the book in my hands.

I'd been so worried that he wouldn't enjoy it seeing as it was my fist time but the satisfaction on his face afterward when he'd held me close to him had proved that maybe I wasn't so bad after all. I push open the door to the dusty, abandoned library and walk in. When I'd first discovered this place I'd nearly cried in joy that such a place existed, old tomes lined the shelves, along with books about healing and magic that even we didn't have back at the pack. Reading was a hobby that I'd cultivated over the years when the effects of being mostly isolated from my pack kicked in. I loved thick novels, with their long imaginative stories and their dreamy heros, but I found books about subject

“You should pick this. It talks more about sex.” Sex? My face flames when I notice the books on the shelf I'm standing before. I had no idea. Are there even meant to be books about sex at all in a college library? “You don't know?” He laughs, picking up on my embarrassment. I had seen that there was no queue in this section and headed there. “This is a restricted section for those majoring in sex therapy or interested in it. It's not like the school is encouraging sex.” He explains. Someone should pinch me. I can't believe that Zane is standing before me and we've talked for almost five minutes.

It had always been a thought. Mum’s expression earlier flashed through my mind. I pushed my pink frame back in place as they slipped down my nose. Damn Sally. I sighed and walked to the other side of the room, picking up the book I had tossed earlier. It was a Harry Potter series. One of my favorite books of all time. I hugged it to my chest. “I am sorry.” I whispered, then slid it back into the shelf. I buried my face into my pillow and gave out a quiet, muffled scream.

There will be good people too. Out of all the stories that she read in her life. Harry Potter was the one that's close to her heart. She could relate to that main character because she's living with an obnoxious caretaker. Rathi wished to have magic powers like Harry and wanted everlasting friends like Ron and Hermione. The thing that inspires the most in the book is how Harry finds the light in his dark path. Then life has taught her that it occurs only in the fantasy world. Her path has no light at all and she embraced the dark. She used to love dark and silence. It's peaceful than the fuss in the light. Even darkness has a bright side, which she identified after living in it.