Novel & Cerita Books For Guys To Read

" 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.

He was shy, always hiding behind glasses and a book, his lean frame swallowed by oversized hoodies. But there was something about the way his hazel eyes darted away when I caught him staring, the faint flush on his cheeks when I'd tease him about his comic book obsession. It drove me wild. I wanted to unravel him, taste him, do every filthy thing my mind conjured up when I jerked off thinking about him. I spotted him near the edge of the firelight, standing awkwardly with a cup in his hand, his dark hair falling into his eyes as he talked to Jessica.

He handed the books he had chosen to the young worker and stuffed his hands in the pocket of his hoodie. "'The SAS Survival Handbook?' and '2020 Standard Catalog of Firearms'?..." The worker raised her brows at the young man in front of her, the corner of her lips twitching unconsciously, as she used this opportunity to look at his handsome face. "Your taste is still as random as always." This guy would either wander around the bookstore just looking around, or buy the most random craziest books ever. She remembers the first time she saw him buying books here, the titles of those being "Demons: The Devil, Possession & Exorcism" and "Poisonous Plants". The poor girl wasn't sure if this guy wa

Christin said, "Girls like to read domineering CEO related romance novels. Dear guys, please read them carefully, study them, and try your best to please or flatter your wife. This is a catalogue of a collection of series I specially chose of storylines about how to spoil the girlfriend. I excluded those storylines that break somebody's heart as I definitely couldn't bear to do that. George was speechless. Lucas said, "Haha! I saw Lizzy reading something about a pregnant wife..." Charles asked, "Will I be able to win my wife's heart after reading them?" Christin said, "Maybe. I'd suggest you have a look. Anyway, it can't get any worse than your current situation." Charles was stunned. Christ

So maybe Jim lived in a tiny place because he was a single guy, and he saw no point in wasting money on a larger apartment. Anyway, from the looks of it, the man spent every penny he had on books. They were jammed onto a couple of cheap bookshelves, and piled high on every available surface. God, he even had books on his kitchen counters and neatly lined up under his bedroom window. She peeked at a few of the titles, and was amused to see the range of topics: mystery, action, contemporary literature, some horror. She even spotted a few military romance books, and she grinned at that. Maybe he’s reliving his days as a Ranger, reading about bad-ass military heroes saving damsels-in-distress in

I was hoping that he didn’t have to go back to work so quickly, but I know his work is important, vital to the man I love and I wouldn’t want to ever change that. So, I settle in to make some coffee and skim my fingers over the bookshelves lining the walls in the spacious living room. I’ve never seen Gavin with a book in his hand and it surprises me that he has such a large collection. Charles Dickens, Ray Donovan, Marie Barnes, Nicholas Sparks, the authors range from one genre to another and somehow I know that most of these couldn’t be Gavin’s. I couldn’t imagine him reading a full length novel like Great Expectations. He thrives on action, solving problems, making strides in whatever he i

My face burns, and I squirm from humiliation and horniness, pressing my thighs closer together as if that would protect my clit from being attacked by lust. Instead, it gets me excited. It’s not just what he’s reading. What’s getting to me is him reading it, with his deep whisky voice and the blue eyes behind the sexy-professor horn-rims, and the way he’s disapproving and disdainful and amused all at once. A girl’s Daddy shouldn’t read her things like that, in that way. It’s just not what fathers do. He’s not playing by the rules, not following the script. It’s freaking me out and it’s turning me on and it’s freaking me out because it’s turning me on.

Amazing, what is a better way to distract yourself than reading some dark romance books filled with smut. I got in the library and instantly felt a bit calm. Grabbing my favourite four books I got seated in a cosy comfortable corner, and started reading. An hour later I closed the fourth book in my hands as I groaned frustratingly. For god sake what's wrong with me? I couldn't even read a single book completely. I tried to read them for fifteen minutes and then put them aside while picking up another book. All of these books are my fucking comfort favourite books that I have re-read for so many times. The books whose MMC are my, to heart, book boyfriends.

I like reading from male point of view so that I could understand what men usually think before speaking or doing anything. Just like Ivan, he likes to read male point of view books not because he is interested in their thoughts, he says he likes to read it because he would get to know their feelings which is rare as a man could show. He is true, no man exposes his feelings to anyone and if they did it would be someone special. I never thought he would be among the guys who speaks their feelings out, atleast not to me.