Books For Him Novels & Stories

“Some wolves are made for battle. Others… for surviving.” “You deserve more than just surviving,” he said. “Maybe.” I tried to smile, but it didn’t reach my eyes. “But people like me… we don’t get to dream too big.” He was quiet for a long time after that. Then, he stood. Walked over to my bookshelf and ran his finger across the dusty top. “You like to read?” I nodded. “Mostly when I want to disappear.” He glanced at the titles—fantasy, poetry, a few worn classics. “You’re not shallow like the others think, you know.”

“Whatever this is. Fantasy? Romance? Giant doorstops with dragons on the cover?” I gasped dramatically. “Did you just insult The Name of the Wind?” “I have no idea what that is,” he admitted with zero shame. “But I’m willing to be educated.” I grabbed his sleeve and tugged him toward the shelves. “You seriously don’t read fiction? At all?” “Not unless you count playbooks,” he said, trailing after me. “I’m more of a highlights-and-scouting-reports kind of guy.” “That’s tragic.” I ran my fingers along the spines of well-worn books, pulling one free. “Okay, this, this was my favorite when I was ten. Anne of Green Gables.”

he muttered, more to himself than anything else. His eyes landed on the shelf. Books. He walked over, scanning the titles until one caught his attention. “How to Be a Better Man.” He let out a small, dry laugh under his breath. Of course. He pulled it out and stared at the cover for a moment before opening it and flipping through the first few pages. The words were simple. Straightforward. Advice. Steps. Explanations. He tried to read. He really did. But after a few lines, his mind drifted again.

"And are you going to run?" "I don't know." I looked around at all her things frozen in place. "She mentioned a diary and said everything I need to know is in it." "There's no diary." He said to me. "She said there was." "Then she was confused because I've been through this room and there's no diary." He answered back. I looked at the nightstand next to the bed and saw a small leather-bound book sitting there with no title. I walked over and picked it up and Adrian made a noise like he was going to stop me but I opened it anyway.

I have no secured plcae in his life. But I'm not like that. All of these are really driving me crazy, he isn't even talking about me going to college anymore. He doesn't want me to meet the world, all he wants is for me to be locked up in here all day and have my legs spread for him to...... Urghh!

The gray colored bookshelf was filled with literary classics—*The Little Prince*, *The Alchemist*, *Wuthering Heights*, *The House of Mirth*, *Three Men in a Boat*, and my biased and personal favorite *Pride and Prejudice*. “Yeah,” he said, leaning back against the bed, a relaxed smile on his lips. Oh so he must be part of the fraternity? I didn't know that. "I am a part of this fraternity. My grandfather actually founded Alpha Xi Delta." He explained. "These books… Did you read all of them?" I asked, flipping through pages of Pride and prejudice. "Yeah," he chuckled lightly. "They serve to make time pass well." "That's nice." I said, shutting the pages of the book and casting my eyes around

He tells me. “I’ve also read books like, Stormy rage.. The blueprint.. His renewal… and many more.” He added. “That’s a lie..” I was wowed. He has similar taste in books like me. “The blueprint is literally my favorite. I’ve read it a million times.” I said excitedly. He nodded. “I can say the same..” He chuckled. “To you I hold the rod..” “And it will bend at your will..” I completed the sentence. That was a highlight in that book.

He makes me feel something inside that I haven't felt in a long time. It's the way he makes me think. How he stands up for himself, even when he knows he's not in the right place. I can see the fire in his eyes. It's not just a survival instinct; it's something more. Something about him makes me want to push him, test him, and see how far he will go.

You may ask, because the last time he ghosted her was on a similar night like yesterday and Anjali did not want the history to repeat so she made up her mind to visit him and collect the bag from the mall which she forgot yesterday and head back home. She drove her car to his current house, parked the car out and marched straight in as if she owned the place. His house was quiet, clean and calm She looked around and found him on the sofa, fast asleep, his hands folded across his chest, eyes shut close. He had worn a white shirt, his reading glasses were still on and the book he was reading last lay in between his folded arms, hugging tightly. Sadly! Anjali won’t know that it was not the book

I change the subject "He has a kid?" His eyebrows raise, "Since when?" He seems shocked "Yeah, his name is Carter, he is the cutest little thing. Even though I haven't seen him in real life, I saw pictures and he looks more like me, than Ryder," I say He chuckles shortly, "What do you do at the gym?" "Gymnastics and my brother is teaching me self-defence. You should fight me," I tell him doing playful karate moves with my hands.