Books I Want To Talk About Novels & Stories

I wondered how the country itself would look like nevertheless it's people. "Ish, I really hope you aren't stomping on another book. Hey! Ish!" Eric raised his voice as I chuckled lightly at his reaction. I strolled over to my book shelf picking the best collections. I obviously won't travel with over a hundred novels. I really hoped Abigail got us a house big enough to receive my books. I had over two hundred books on various disorders. I won't pack all since I shouldn't waste time in revenging. "Guys! I'm home." David voice broke the extreme silence as I walked out with a bored expression.

“You know, if you’d like to poison me, I’d recommend starting with the coffee. I’ll never say no to coffee.” Still silent. I leaned back against the chair, letting the robe slide slightly down my shoulder. “You’re not much for conversation, are you?” “Do you require anything else, sir?” she said quietly. “Sir,” I repeated. “Wow. So formal. Makes me feel important.” She started to leave. “Wait.” She froze. “Can I get a few books?” I asked. “Preferably something that doesn’t end in tragedy. Unless it’s about rich men falling in love with charming, kidnapped strangers. I hear that genre’s hot right now.”

He sneered. We walked out of his apartment, our heads hung low. I thought things would have turned out differently. "Damn it. And I bet we can't break in again," I sighed as we settled into the car. "Who needs to break in when we have all the info we need," Blake smirked as he revealed the book. "Now this is what I wanted to show you," he gulped. Opening the book we saw different locations and pictures of Aubrey along with them. "This is psychotic," Xavier stated as we flipped through.

He butted in. “No, not busy. No one would be too busy to not want to talk to someone they think they care about. I wanted to finish reading the book so I would have so many things to talk to you about. I didn’t want you to see the boring side of me when there are no books to talk about…” “Wait, Daciana. Slow down. You’re going too fast.” He replied, causing words to catch up in my throat. I knew I was doing too much, but that was my best.

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When we're on the near of national bookstore, I turn to the both of them. "Wait, before we go home. I just have something to buy here." They both looked at each other before we enter the bookstore. I let them looked for some bag, while I was on the part of the shelves where the books are in. I see first the bunch of those novels about vampires, novels with several erotics content, and then when I slightly kneeled down I was happy to see the lines of books about werewolves. When we're at the cashier, Leticia and Lara's brows lift up when they looked at me.

I kind of hesitated as I looked at the books and reached out to grab one of them. "Have you ever bothered reading these books?" he asked me. "No, not really. I don't want to read books that remind me of how sick I am." I tell him. "But they can be very educational. Like this one, it's a workbook with exercises and some meditation techniques," he said as he pulled out a book and handed it to me. I looked at the cover before handing it back. "No," I answered shortly.

"We are losing the heartbeat." ~~~ Seriously though, all my books have knives and guns. I just realized that :P Don't be a silent reader. Comment your thoughts?

“Since you’re back, are you going to pick the next book?” I blinked. “Me?” “Of course,” she said, smiling. “You’ve been gone. You deserve the honor.” Everyone nodded expectantly. I looked down at the stack of books on the table, my fingers brushing across their covers. My hand paused on a novel about love, identity and societal expectations. This book will give them a glimpse of what I passed through during my absence. I smiled softly. “How about this one?” Brent groaned. “Oh no, not another depressing tragedy. Can’t we read something with a hopeful romance?”

I beamed, thrilled to be discussing something I was pretty familiar with another person. "Your all-time favourite?" "Ugh, I don't have favourites. I could narrow them down to the three I enjoyed the most. That's if it's okay with you." "More than ok" "I think they would be... Icebreaker, Do over, and It ends with us." "I know all three books. You have a nice taste for good books!" "Thank you," I said, trying my best to be very modest. "What is your most memorable project?" "Project?"