Novel & Cerita Books Like The 100

No one could deny they were blood-related. A beautiful woman, standing next to the boy, said gently, "Your dad's busy with work, sweetheart. Don't cling to him too much," When Rudolf and that woman's eyes met, they were seemingly able to communicate with each other with just a look—they didn't have to say a word. I clutched my chest, which had suddenly spasmed with pain. I felt as though an invisible hand was squeezing the life out of me, and breathing became difficult. I told myself to calm down, but I couldn't stop myself from trembling.

Leonard, still crouched between my legs, had already started to slowly lower his head without asking. "A really big one. It's very scary."

That night wasn't going to happen again in this life. I went home and dug out my old diary that I'd hidden in a deep corner of my wardrobe. I was ten years old, homeless and wandering the streets at night when Graham—18 at the time—took me in. He was cold and aloof with everyone else, but he was very gentle with me. I knew that I had fallen in love with him when I was old enough to realize it. However, it was a secret that I could never reveal to anyone else. I grabbed the diary and tore it to pieces, shredding every page. Then, I threw the scraps into the toilet and flushed them down.

Why does she always look so at peace around sad stories? “Oh—right,” I stammered when I realized she was waiting for an answer. “It’s, uh, The Power of Habit by Charles Duhigg.” She nodded thoughtfully. “Do you want us to find it first?” I shook my head. “Why?” she pressed, but I only shrugged. Rolling her eyes, she placed another hardcover on my growing pile. “Let’s go check if they have a cart.” My eyes widened. “How many are you planning to buy?”

I then showed her my bag which only contained books for appearance's sake. "Eh. Seriously?" She looked shocked. "Then how are you able to write notes or do your assignments?" "I don't need notes." My mind has a great memory. And I already learned so many things this past 99 years of my life. "Eh why? How are you able to study?" "Just answering the quizzes and exams are enough for me." "Ehhhh? Don't tell me your the type of student who is very quiet but actually very talented and smart?" She clasped her hands in her mouth.

’ Crystal thought to herself with glee. Gazing over to her chosen books once again which was entitled. ‘The Path To Modern Business Evolution’, ‘Architect’s Diary: From Land To Empire’, and ‘To Build An Empire With A Penny’. She knew that they all focused on one similar topic, and that was to educate the reader to think about the development and possible advances which is linked to choices.

When my shift ended, I found myself walking toward the corner table where Kael sat, his laptop closed now, a book in his hands. I stopped short when I saw the cover. ‘Knot We Cannot Untie.’ That was the book he was holding. I can't believe that Kael would be reading one of Linda Lively’s books. “You read… this?” I said, the surprise evidently in my voice. Kael looked up, one brow raised. “Why? You think I only read racing magazines and bank statements?” I gave a small laugh. “Chill bro. It’s just… not what I was expecting ”

Even if you use Aunt Yellen to threaten me and force me to submit, I have a hundred ways to die right in front of you. "You know me. I always mean what I say." Anthony pressed a hand to his bleeding neck. The light in his eyes flickered as he struggled. Then, it dimmed into surrender. "Fine," he said hoarsely. "I agree." … After that, Anthony did everything he could to please her. He had his men scour the world for rare treasures, sending them to Mabel's private residence in an endless stream: rare jewelry, priceless antiques, and even one-of-a-kind archived manuscripts she had once mentioned in passing.

he called back, his voice warm as sunlight. The sound of the door clicking shut was the last thing I heard before sleep reclaimed me, pulling me back into its embrace. *** I found myself rummaging through a stack of books that likely belonged to Jacob from his university years. None of them were fiction. These were all about life lessons and self-improvement. Titles like Rich Mindset and Atomic Habits caught my eye, their well-worn spines suggesting they had been thoroughly read. But one title stood out above the rest, stopping me cold:

Turning the cover for me to see he said, “So this is your favorite book, huh?” Wondering what had him looking so sly I focused my eyes on the cover and I immediately felt a rush of heat flare through my body. The cover had a picture of the naked anatomy of a man and woman embracing each other sensually and the title read, ‘100 ways to spice up your life.' “If this is what you were here searching for in the library then I don’t think I have any problem,” he laughed patronizingly, and flicking through the pages he stopped at one and reading the words on it he continued, “Try being intimate in random or unfamiliar places-”