Novel & Cerita Books For Guys To Read

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I said wondering when daddy became this boring or Annie might have rubbed off on him. Annie hardly read these kinds of books. “Oh, darling, I've been too focused on human psychology these days and guess what I figured?” He asked genuinely excited, but kept his eyes glued to the words written on the pages of the book. “What?” “I figured books are the only things that have true meaning and hold both truth and lies, life and death… happiness and misery -” he glanced up from his book and at me, before turning back to them. “- A man who reads can rule by learning the art of manipulation,” he said, his smile wicked and wanton.

You enjoy the fluff, get your panties wet during the snu-snu moments, and fantasize about things that only happen in fiction. 'You like to read these crappy books because you want to fantasize about the things that you can never have. These books make up for your boring reality. These books have twisted your expectations of a real man. You drool over fictional characters but you won't look at a real man,' My younger brother had chastised me once, 'and these authors make your wallet thinner by manipulating your mindset and making you addicted.'

“I was thinking of you boxing me in, it’s like in one of my smut books.” “Is it now? I should read them maybe pick up a few tips,” he chuckles deep and throaty. “You don’t need any tips, trust me, Levy. You have seduction and the art of making a woman needy and satisfied down to a fine art.” “Do they turn you on, baby?” Now I feel embarrassed because well, yeah of course they do. Not to mention all the swoony men in them. I’ve lost count of how many book boyfriends I have. Although now I have my very own swoon worthy man.

“You’re thinking I couldn’t possibly read smut, and you’re trying to judge yourself against all the super sexy book boyfriends out there. The thing about books is that they give people something to fantasize over. Something they might not want in real life, and that’s what makes it sexy. It’s something to take yourself out of your existential, boring, mundane world for a while and put you somewhere else. Well, I do read romance. I even read erotica. That being said, it’s not real, and I don’t expect it to be. You’re real, and I want to enjoy this. With you. I have no high standards to measure you against. Believe me. You already get a ten from me. I’m enjoying this because it’s you. I like t

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The only thing I like about Gray’s office is that it’s filled with books. Big, thick books bound in leather, with gilt-edged pages, texts on war and military theory, encyclopedic tomes on world history, classic literature, poetry. But it’s not a library collected after a lifetime of reading. It is a library that has been purchased for show - Drew’s idea of which books should line the shelves of a military man’s office. He has a similar collection in his own office. Most of the books have never even been opened, eyes have never rested on their words, fingers have never caressed their pages. They are as untouched and virginal as nuns.

" They jumped up and ran down the corridor to the library section, tugging and trying to screw each other. They were howling with laughter, and then I heard the noise of a cue stick striking a billiard ball. I shook my head as someone mumbled a low curse. "Didn't you say you were going to look for a book?" Gigi remarked. I hopped up from the couch and proceeded down the aisle, where I noticed the three guys leaning over the billiard table. They were looking at the arrangement of the existing pool-colored spheres, and I just rolled my eyes and walked by them, concentrating more on the bookcases rather than the table to where they were. As I browsed through the meager assortment of volumes, I

Wow. I was drooling. It wasn't just a room with books. It was a sanctuary. Floor-to-ceiling shelves packed with hardcovers, a rolling ladder, a massive fireplace that looked like it hadn't been used in decades. The scent of old paper and leather hit me, comforting and familiar. I ran my finger along the spines. ‘The Art of War’, ‘Sun Tzu’. ‘Histories of the Roman Empire’. Biographies of kings and conquerors. Heavy stuff. Interspersed with them were fiction classics. Hemingway, Fitzgerald, Dumas.