Books Where The Character Falls In Love With The Reader の小説・ストーリー

Author Note: Dear Readers, Since English is not my first language, there will be tons of grammatical mistakes. Please continue reading this book only if you don't have any issue with that. Rest I could guarantee you that you won't get bored with the storyline. The following are my books which are completed until now if interested do give a look over them. Her Unloved Mate Winning My Mate Back I Belong to Him Can't Help Falling in Love. My Bride is Not a Human

He hated her and for sure didn’t want her help. Once again, she walked to the same study room and thought of waiting for him while scanning the books. From fictional romance to nonfiction world’s reality, there are hundreds of books to engage the readers. Her finger senses the spine of books like she could feel the words inside it, reading them softly, when Samson entered the room quietly.

I stretch my hand out to him. “What for?” “In case you don’t return it on the date you wrote in the permission booklet, I’ll toss your card away and you’ll never step back in again.” He mumbles ‘bitch’ under his breath, dips his hand into his pocket and pulls out his card and hands it to me. I beam at him, and he rolls his eyes before leaving. I pray he doesn’t return it, so I can happily toss this into the toilet and flush. I sit down and pick up the novel ‘When star burns by Ninya Tippett’ on my desk, continuing from where I stopped before I got interrupted. Books such as these make me believe in love and that everyone would find it at the right time.

The sun was gone, but it was still hot as sahara. I leaned in the bed and closed my eyes. As usual I couldn't sleep. I got up and took a book to read. It's one of my ways to feel at peace with my mind and body. Maybe this will help me get sleepy. The living room. It's majestic just like this book's theme. An impossible love story. Prince, princess. Breaking the rules for love. There is no better place to read this piece of art. I stepped out of my room and headed for the stairs, clutching the book to my chest. I lifted it to my face, inhaling its scent, old paper tinged with something almost... majestic.

Not because I cared about the story. But because he chose it. Because he thought it would keep me company. Because maybe he wanted this book to hug me when he couldn’t. I read the first page. Then the next. Then the next. The words blurred in and out of my mind. My heart was calmer now, but my thoughts were restless. Because when you love someone like Ezreal, your brain keeps running laps around itself, even when your body is seated. His last conversation with me still echoed in my head.

It is hard to stay positive when over ten-thousand words are erased in one file. I hope you are patient with me and keep this book in your library, as I promise to return soon with more episodes. Please, don't forget about me or Fated to the Queen. Until then, if you are still interested in supporting me as an author, try my other GoodNovel. It's a dark romance that turns sweet, with the female lead experiencing character growth and sexual discovery. I Promise Queen Kimarhi and her fated will return, and when that happens, you will get to meet Imagyn.

GUTEMBERG My fingers skimmed across the page in a hurry, a habit I picked up as soon as I started reading physical books - that's another thing about me, I prefer real books to e-books. I was sitting on the edge of the bed, a book resting in my hands. The low light from the lamp highlighted the shadows on the walls, creating an atmosphere of calm. The novel I was reading was one full of twists and turns and tragedy, my favorite kind, especially if the main character is the hero and the villain at the same time. I was at an important moment in the story, Carl Pickett has just discovered that he has a brain tumor and only a few months to live, so he catches his girlfriend and his best friend i

I’m damn proud of it, and I’m glad I didn’t give up after the first fail. I’ve discovered that I get into those fantasy stories where one person knows who his or her soul mate is upon meeting them, or even before that, as what happened in the A Court of Thorns and Roses series by Sarah J. Maas, A Kinda Fairy Tale series by Cassandra Gannon, and many of the shifter books by Eve Langlais that I have loved so much. So that’s where I came up with the Love Mark idea.

Susan blushed, and Alexei tilted his head, curious. “Weird books? Now I’m interested.” “They’re just fiction. Suspense, mystery… Sometimes romance.” She shrugged modestly. “Romance?” He raised an eyebrow. “The sugary kind or the ones that keep you up all night reading?” She bit her lip, thoughtful. “The ones that make you think. I like imperfect characters. Relationships that are built over time. Real feelings, you know?” Alexei’s smile remained, but his eyes grew more attentive. “You don’t believe much in instant passions?”

Biting my lip, I reached down and pulled it out. “Just a few pages,” I murmured to myself. Settling back against the pillows, I flipped open the book and began to read. The story was surprisingly engaging—a story about forbidden love between a guy from the streets and a rich girl. Before I knew it, hours had passed, and I had devoured more than half the book. The detailed scenes sent a flush to my cheeks, but I couldn’t bring myself to stop. Eventually, my eyelids grew heavy, and the words on the page began to blur. Clutching the book to my chest, I drifted into a deep sleep.