Books I Can Read On My Phone Novels & Stories

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With not having a man in my life I have had a lot of spare time. I work in a local nursing home as an aide during the night. I make sure the residents are happy feed and healthy. Since I work nights and they sleep for the most part I have free time. I read or listen to books. A lot. And I have a specific taste in the choice of novels I enjoy, Romance and the dirtier and more fantasy they are the better. I may have spent over four hundred dollars on a pay for reading app within the last six months and in the last year listened to 98 Audible books totaling over 34,697 minutes of romance, 14,151 minutes of fantasy and sci-fi and 9,336 minutes of fictions. Currently expressing my innermost desir

I walk towards my mini-library I have in my room and I bring out a book, it's been a while since I got lost in one of these fantasies. I take one out, I use my hand to trace the Braille, this was my favourite book. The Princess Diaries, I remember always reading this, I made my father read it to me when I was little as well, I remember Pretty Little Liars, I overheard someone talking about it, and when I joined in their convo, they were talking about the movie, I only read the book, funny how most people don't know that most of these movies and series were based on books, and yes these books are re written in Braille so blind people like myself can also read it.

Every day, she visited, bringing a little piece of normalcy with her. “I brought you a book,” she said one afternoon, holding up a novel. “It’s a mystery, just what you need to distract yourself.” She settled into the chair next to my bed, her eyes scanning my face. “Thank you,” I’d replied, my voice barely above a whisper. I had disposed of my phone, scared that I might get a message that could make me spiral and terrified at the idea of a random person calling me. Even though I couldn’t focus on the words in the book, trying to force myself to read was enough distraction.

I placed everything on the table and was grateful that there was a spoon included. So, we started eating. I took the phone Gabriel had given me. I pressed an app, and a cover appeared. I smiled as I played it, having seen an update. It was a novel, but since I didn’t know how to read, Gabriel had recommended an app that featured an AI to read the book to me. “What’s that?” Art asked. I looked up to see him staring at my phone. Was he asking what the phone was? I touched my cheek—I didn’t think so since he had his own phone in hand.

“I know, baby. I know.” When the car stops, Mommy helps me step out. She holds my hand and says something to the driver—something about the luggage. I’m only halfheartedly paying attention because, at the same time, my phone pings with a text. Because I can’t see, I obviously can’t read it, but I have a way. Mommy installed an app on my phone that helps me read anything I want to. I press the button on the earpiece, which usually opens the message that has recently arrived. The computer voice reads: It’s from Ben. “Is Daddy with you? I think he’s leaving us.”

“Thank you.” “Is that all, Your Highness?” “Yes, Reid. Good night.” “Good night, Prince Jarren.” I hung up the phone and tossed it on the bed. I picked up the book off my desk and propped myself against the headboard. I looked at the cover. “What to Expect When You’re Expecting .”Yes, I was reading a pregnancy book. I wasn’t sure how much of it would relate to Jillie and me since our baby wasn’t human, well, not completely human, but I was finding out many different little facts. It was…fascinating.

What was happening tomorrow and why didn't he say anything else? I exhaled deeply and threw the phone across the bed like it offended me. Slowly, I grabbed the book next to my bed. Make Me Yours Tonight. I used to love it and I have already read it three times. But when I opened the book and tried to read the first page, the words just hung there blank. They did not engage me as they usually did. I closed the book. My phone rang again. I grabbed it quickly, my heart skipping a beat and for a while, I hoped that it was him.

“My subconscious mind is curious. Come on, humour me. What sub-dom freaky freaky are you reading this time?” My cheeks instantly burned red in embarrassment. Just one time, I had left my phone unlocked so I could use the bathroom that Luca peered into my screen and read the words there. Just that one time, and he's still holding it against me. I narrowed my eyes at him playfully. “For your information, it's actually not one of my fictional novels. It's a self-help book titled ‘first time mom? Grab a chair’,” I said. Luca looked a bit surprised. “That’s amazing. Strange title, though.”