Books Versus Kindle Novels & Stories

“I also read thrillers. Dan Brown, Lee Child, and Matthew Reilly.” “I haven’t seen so many books in anyone’s house since a long time now,” she said, enchanted by the room. “Most people read on the Kindle.” “I like the feel of a paperback in my hand. The smell of books is irreplaceable.” She liked his old-fashioned thinking and appreciated how he was sharing these little insights with her.

“I’ve got plenty of books for you to read.” “Your taste in books is boring. I’m a woman, John.” “I know.” His hands cupped her breasts making her gasp. “I like romance books.” Trying to focus on anything while he cupped her breasts was hard. Romance books, she needed romance books. Focus on them. “Do you want paperbacks, or should I organize an e-reader?” he asked. “What?” “I can give you an account for your books, or I can have an e-reader in your hands by the end of the day and you can order whatever the hell you like.” He kissed her neck, sucking on her pulse once again.

“Do you want tо rеаd about іt? Or dо you wаnt me to show уоu juѕt how muсh better I am than аnу bооk you’ll read?” “Prоmіѕе уоu’ll make me scream?” “I won’t рrоmіѕе, I саn guаrаntее іt.” Holy ѕhіt. He рlасеd thе Kindle оn thе table and walked over, ѕlоwlу drорріng down ѕо hіѕ bоdу covered mіnе whіlе hе supported his weight оn hіѕ elbows.

I responded as I turned open the book. Its pages were made of parchment, yellowed with time, adorned with handwritten text. Whoever did this bit must have been a student of calligraphy. "Atcheeew!!!" I sneezed, no thanks to the dust from the book when I had suddenly let go of the cover that I had been holding onto. "Should have opened it softly. That's why the Kindle was invented though." Professor Derrick remarked, referring to the dust I had released into the air. Once the dust was settled, we both leaned in, captivated by the contents within.

I knew I was treading on dangerous waters but I was curious about Nolan. "I'm not," he nodded. "Why not?" "Because I haven't found her yet and I'm not sure I want to," he replied with a shrug. Somehow, I could tell that he was telling the truth but I felt horrible for his mate. Not every werewolf had a mate. Some of them were not granted the sacred gift for some reason. From the books, I had read and from what I had been told, I knew that werewolves who had mates knew it. Somewhere in their hearts and their souls, they felt it.