Novel & Cerita Books Like Alex Rider

than him. He hadn’t meant it lightly, I could tell and I hadn’t answered lightly either. Safer. Yes, books were safer. Stories never hurt you. They ended where they were supposed to. Characters didn’t betray you with broken promises or cold silences. Pages didn’t leave scars but Alex? He was the opposite of safe. He was chaos wrapped in control, temptation disguised as sharp suits and colder words. And yet… I rolled onto my back, staring at the ceiling, the shadows from the streetlights painting faint stripes across it.

Tall shelves stretched to the ceiling, with books enough to make my son Alessio the happiest boy in the world. Heavy curtains filtered the morning light, making the place dark with a touch of light. A fire crackled in the hearth. And there, seated in a leather armchair, whehim. Alexander. My breath caught. I had suspected when I saw the guards, I wasn't sure, but I had thought that it might be him. He looked up from the book in his hand. He was reading Technology and Creation of Science. The same book, my Alessio has been hung up on for weeks now.

"That sounds thrilling, Dex. I can imagine the breathtaking views." Phoenix grins. "As for me, I absolutely loved sailing around the Greek Islands on a private yacht. The combination of ancient history and stunning landscapes was mesmerizing." "Alright, we've covered movies and traveled the globe. Shall we share our favorite books or literature next?" "Sounds intriguing. Star, why don't you start us off again?" Dexter mutters. Astrid grins, eager to share. "One of my all-time favorite books is 'The Alchemist' by Paulo Coelho. Its themes of destiny, personal legend, and the journey of self-discovery really resonate with me. I also love romance novels."

If he can see every move I make, how will I ever make a move against him? During my rampage of a small bookshelf on the wall next to the bed, I find classic books such as, The Catcher in the Rye, Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, and so on. Spotting amongst the classics a leather bound book with no title or author. I slowly open it and inside handwritten pages are revealed. May 12th 1998

“I prefer reading non-fiction in my free time. Most recently, I read Sapiens, by Yuval Noah Harari, which is a history of humans and their social structures. I intend to read the sequel, Homo Deus, next.” “Sounds enthralling,” Andre muttered, rolling his eyes for my benefit. “I assure you it was.” The bartender smoothly replaced the empty margarita pitcher with a fresh one, placing an empty glass in front of Roman. The Englishman nodded his head in thanks. “We read each other’s favorite books,” I explained. “Andre’s is Red Storm Rising.” “By that military tosser Tom Clancy?” Roman scoffed haughtily. “His books are overly stuffed with bollocks acronyms and officer jargon. It’s the rare case w

By the side was his small reading table that was stacked with lots of books, the ones he had opened in ages and the ones he opened the last time he came home. Close to the reading table was a mini bookshelf that had all his favorite collections of books, ranging from his school books to his fantasy and thriller books. Alex figured out his love for books and made sure to get him any if she comes across one. Ander did not even take a look around his room like he does each time he comes after a long time. While Alex and Ander were arguing about names, he had sneaked out to his room because he remembered something he kept that he never thought would matter until today. Why he did not remember ab

"How do you even know about the great book?" Sighing, Luca moved towards the back of the cave. Leaning against the rocky wall, he frowned. "After you were infected with the poison, by all rules you should've died..." Gazing at the fire he continued. "The great book had a connection with you, the same way you do with other Dragons. Before the poison could take your life completely, the Great Book sent her last energy to you..." Snapping his gaze back to me, his face hardened. "She has chosen you to have her energy, to live on in her name and help other riders... To be the saviour of the Dragons."

He paused for a while and then pointed at my book. "Did you like how the Alpha saved the girl from the monsters?" Alexander questioned. I looked at him, eyes wide. "Have you read this before?" I asked. "Yeah, I have." "I didn't know you were into romance novels." I said with curiosity. "Well, I have many hobbies. He chuckled. It was released in my high school year. I didn't know you like old books." He continued. "Old books are better. They know what pure love is..." I said while smiling. This is the first time someone knew what genre of books I love.

“Like what?” “Like he did today,” he said. “That wasn’t normal sparring.” He shifted his weight, tone still casual but more deliberate now. “Not unless something triggers him.” That word again. “I noticed,” I said. “But I don’t have enough information yet to know what those triggers are.” “That tracks.” He smiled faintly. “Alex isn’t exactly the open book type.” “You don’t say.” Rayven laughed. “I’ve known him my whole life, and he still tells me absolutely nothing.”

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