Books Similar To The Last Lecture Novels & Stories

“I gave you what you wanted yesterday. Why can’t you just leave me alone?” A slow, dangerous smile curved his lips. “I should be asking you the same question, Miss Brooks. You were staring at me the entire lecture. Perhaps…” He tilted his head. “You want something from me?” I didn’t know where the courage came from. One second I was sitting and the next my top was off, bra following, skirt sliding down my thighs, panties kicked somewhere under a chair. I walked past him naked, and swept off the gifts and books off his desk in one reckless motion, and spread my legs wide on the polished wood.

Damon’s hard abs when we collided, and how that wicked, sexy smile of his made my entire nervous system short-circuit. I tried to distract myself by checking my student email, which had popped up bright and early with an official notice from the campus housing committee: my room was getting a brand-new roommate today. But by eleven in the morning, there was still no sign of anyone. Mitch had already texted to say he’d be skipping the afternoon lecture to attend an art exhibition with his boyfriend, John. Professor Hills wasn't a terrible lecturer, though if he could stop blurting out unfunny jokes every five minutes, his class might actually crack my top three. As it stood, he sat comfortabl

“I left him standing there, looking shocked and furious as hell.” Iris was seated in the third row in front, and Landon was taking notes next to her. During the Literature lecture, which I attended quickly after arriving at the college, we read the classic Wuthering Heights and talked about the tragic love story of Heathcliff and Catherine Earnshaw. As usual, Landon was being a bothersome know-it-all and inserted his stupid opinions whenever he could, as if we were ever in need of them.

Now, they were mocking. The difference was astonishing. "Enough, let's stop talking about this already. Let's go to the bookstore." Caroline took out her phone. "Before coming out, I had Kirk send me a list of books. They're all about management." Gwen took a glance at the list. Most of the books were in a foreign language. She couldn't understand any of it, but she admired Caroline a lot for it. "This list of books must have taken a lot of effort on Kirk's part," Gwen said.

"I'm talking to you" I groaned. "You can ask her that" "You're so rude. Just like your mate" Nigel complained I decided to ignore him. I brought out my book, waiting for the lecture to begin. ** I sighed in relief when the lecture came to an end. The lecture was as boring as hell. And I had been wishing the lecture will come to an end. I was happy it was the last subject of the day. I stood up to gather my book. I feel so tired and needed some rest but I need to visit the company. I'll be going to the office first before going back to the packhouse. Nigel nudged me a bit and I groaned. "What?"

Both were really awkward at each other at first but when they found out that both were reading the same book, they eventually got a comfortable to talk at each other. “So, you also read that book-” “Yeah, I got into it after a friend of mine recommended it to me.” “Isn’t it a great book.” “Yeah, I got hooked on it after reading the first chapter.” “bla-bla-bla” Both continued to talked to each other and enjoyed their conversation. “I was feeling an awkward atmosphere growing between our table so I was gonna try to start a conversation but when you brought out your book, I was just surprised to see a person reading it.” The girl said.

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:

On the third to last day before my planned death, I would face the world’s cruelty one more time. I replied with care. “Yes, Mr. Cardea.” I let out a quiet laugh at myself. People prepared for a rainy day to survive. I prepared for one to die.

I need to take time. I remember the small room I entered last time. I slowly opened the door and turned on the lampshade. The books on the table were still scattered. I tried to look and read each one of them. These are all interesting books. Into the Wild by Jon Krakauer, The Prince by Niccolo Machiavelli, The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald, and a lot more. I tried to find something that might help me, but I found nothing.

Eventually, the lecture finished, and while everyone was headed towards the door, I observed them actively participating towards the end of the class, and I started ‘organizing my books’. The lecture rapped up, and I joined the class and sprang to fresh air as the prof dimmed the slides. Elbows flew to the desks, and I patiently waited for at least two minutes to look up unbothered. My heart turned as my gaze neared the door, startled as shot thinking finally drawn and lost in my thought stream. I went towards them, as deeply as I remember, kept thinking about Elara, and gently danced my way.