Books Love Yourself Novels & Stories

A book is just like a person to know what's inside it likes to let you do this first, otherwise you'll never know no matter how hard you try. sera muttered, looking at him with wrath, "You'll get used to it later!!!" Really it's not like I'm staying here you fucking idiot I'm going as soon as possible from here I'm never going to be in this world with a fucking idiot like you. Ayden pulled her out of her wanderings and talked to herself and said to her: You can try your luck now with any book you want. Let's see if it will open for you or not. sera turned to the books, her eyes focused on only one book and muttered inside: If you go now and take it, he's here and nothing will happen, right.

I enjoy reading books as I listen to soothing music. My favorite book is your face. My favorite page is in your eyes. My favorite chapter is in your emotions. My ultimate pleasure in your smile as I listen to the music of your laughter. Forever my favorite book. It's called Dove. ~Humeyra HAMDAN'S P.O.V

Dear Readers, Good day! This is La Tigresa and I would like to thank you all for stopping by. Tstory is written in English. If you're a Filipino and wants to read the Tagalog version of the story, please search for Fragments of Memories 2: Beautiful Stranger. Book 1 of the series entitled Fragments of Memories 1: Married at Seventeen (both English and Tagalog version are also available in GoodNovel) The whole series talks about and focuses on self-love, self-worth and self-forgiveness that I hope you'd all be able to relate to and learn from it.

Raymond was pouring coffee, humming something soft under his breath, shirtless as usual, entirely too distracting. "What’s this?" I asked. He glanced over. "Read it." I unfolded the note. > Dear lovers, There is a bookstore in the village. Not just any bookstore. One where people leave pieces of themselves behind. Pages of poetry. Notes. Secrets. The owner lets you browse, read, and write your own. Consider it today’s adventure. —Mama Elsie I smiled so hard it hurt, “you planned this also right?” He nodded. --- Later That Morning The drive down was quiet.

And whispered: “Grandfather.” The air in the room was freezing. Liam gorged. Mira went backwards. Emil slowly lifted the blue book from the table. His hands trembled. He beat it. And this time there was not my writing. Noahs. He read with a gross voice: When Noah meets himself, the loop is not broken. She's grown up . The older Noah stepped a step closer. Then he looked at me. Not the younger Noah. Just me. His voice became soft.

The girl said. “Same here. I actually thought that this book wasn’t popular but you’re reading it as well. Oh, I’m Kayne by the way, Kayne David.” “I’m Natsumi Koga, it’s nice to meet you!” “Ah yes, you as well. I was actually about to ask if you always come here.” Kayne asked. “Uhuh, I always go to this café every time I go to town, this is actually kind of my spot, haha.”

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They wandered through the aisles, running their fingers along spines that held countless worlds within their pages. Emily's eyes sparkled with excitement as she plucked a weathered book from the shelf. "Liam, look at this," she exclaimed, her voice filled with wonder. "It's a collection of love letters from different eras. Each page holds the raw emotions of someone's heart."