Books For Him Novels & Stories

I start talking to him about the books he loves, his favorite, did he already read that or this, I was hyped up by knowing that he is an introvert. And as I talk to him, I found out that he doesn't actually have friends. As an introvert, he loves to be alone and spent his time reading, than to spent his time on nonsense things. Also, I found out that we have the same favorite author, William Shakespeare, and J.K Rowling. He is also a reader of Erik Larson and Lang Leav. He said that the Khunsthaus Zurich is a perfect place for someone like him. A place is full of artworks with a huge library with towering shelves full of books.

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.

He looks surprised at what I did. “Are you sure your okay? We can do it another time.” “Sebastian, I’m perfectly fine now. So you read all these books or just for decoration purposes to makes you look cool and mighty.” I smile at him as if nothing happened. “Cool and mighty?” He looks amused. The smile alone makes my heart flutters. “Yeah. I like a man who read books, and I find them cool and mighty.” He nods. “I keep that in mind. Those are not just for decoration purposes. I read most of them. I don’t have a particular genre. A few of them were my college books.”

I nodded once again. "What about you?" I asked while looking down, I looked at him to see his reaction and he looks a little confused at my question. "What about me?" he asked while smiling. "Do you like someone?" I asked him. "I do" "Oh really? what are they like?" I wanted to stop. But for some reason, my curiousity cannot be controlled. "Well, first of all, he is really adorable. He loves reading books, he's addicted to mythology right now haha" he answered, then he continued "Whenever he reads a sad book, he would bawl his eyes out, it's really cute haha"

He said. "You know, we might not be able to meet him, but I have the next best thing, the collection of all books related to this genius. I have them on my library, feel free to read them and be obsessed with his character," I offered and he chuckled, "Is that how you were obsessed with my character as well?" I turned around in shock to see him grinning seductively. Seriously, is this Caspian De Leon?! He's too hot! He's driving me crazy! That was smooth as fish!

It seemed to be speaking to her, in a way. "You enjoy ever doing anything Cain? " "I read alot. "He had said. "What kind of books? " He shrugged again. "History, mathematics, biology, economics. " "School books? " "Could be outside resource. " "Not fictions? " "No. " "Politics? " "No. " "Have any personal views on history? " "I read extensively on the primitive human race. Stone age? " "How do you find it? " "Apealing. " "When was the last time you touched a book. "

And he sure wasn't lying when he said he read. He didn’t answer. He just watched me from where he stood, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. I moved closer to the shelf,curious. “You don’t seem like the type who’d have patience for books.” “I don’t,” he said simply. “Unless they say something meaningful and worth remembering.” I stretched out my hand to grab one — a dark hardback with gold letters — but before my fingers could touch it, his hand closed over mine— firm, warm, possessive.

Still I blush at his words. “I’m sorry I don’t remember much about school days.” “That’s okay, I remember enough for the two of us. Besides, you didn’t discriminate, you were the same to everyone, so I don’t take it personally.” Cue more embarrassed blushing. “I was a loser back then, is that what you call it?? The kind that knows nothing but his books.” He snorts a laugh, plucking two firearms from the lockers, he checks them both. “Nerds. But I really want to know, was there any specific reason you only thought of your books? I have been told I have an unforgettable face, but you didn’t look long enough to imprint on your mind.”

Surprised look, "No, I'm not. A lot of people say that when I tell them I'm not into sports. I like sports, the strategy and stuff. But not all the drama about the teams." "So, what are you into?" He reaches into his bag and my world changes. A book. The man reads. And more. It's the third book in the current bestselling sword and fantasy series. He holds the book half our of the bag like it smells bad. "This right now." My pulse quickens. Suddenly, Travis, the dweeb became a much more promising project. "You read fantasy?" He's checking my face, waiting for the mocking. "Yes." I take the book from his hand.

We already knew what we were going to do. He went to the romance and horror section and I went to the fiction and history section. We both switched all the books. So it had horror books in the romance section and had fiction in history. When we were finished I walked over to the school computer and worked my magic. Remember when I said that I was kind of smart and that I just do not feel the need to utilize my brain sometimes because I want to conserve energy to save the Earth? No? Well I just mentioned it. You are welcome.