Books With Beautiful Prose Novels & Stories

He stood up and took five steps to meet me where I stood—frozen still. His gaze moved slowly over my body as he studied me. My fingers trembled at my sides, but I tried hard to hold it in. I couldn’t help but stare at his green eyes. They were mesmerizing. I understood why men wished to be him. He wasn’t just handsome! He was—gorgeous. Even I wished I had such shoulder length white hair. Finally, he spoke, interrupting my thoughts as he grabbed my attention. “She’ll do!” For a minute, I couldn’t understand. My parents’ faces lit up like what he said was worth rejoicing over.

So on top of my normal duties I'm doing the work of three more people which has led to mistakes being made and has caused some small, silent break downs. With all of this going on and issues I'm having with this app and my "editor" still I have decided to not continue writing at all. It truly is with a heavy heart that I say this to you because writing used to bring me so much joy but now it just feels like another chore that I'm being bogged down with. I know there are authors who go through things like this and just abandon the stories they are currently writing which isn't fair to the readers. That is why I'm writing all of this to explain so you hopefully understand why I have decided to

Those around her scrambled, rushing to catch the girl who had swooned from holding her breath in shock. Another clutched her chest, her face turning red. One glance at Nathaniel and it felt as if her heart had shattered. It was painful and unbearable! A cup fell from someone else's hand with a loud crash, spilling wine over the person next to them. How could any man be so beautiful? One look, and it felt as if you had glimpsed eternity in his eyes. One look, and there was no turning back.

"You asked if I do understand your mind. Maybe opening that book will answer your curiosity." Anthony's words whirled around in Rosie's head, leaving her confused with what he meant. She sat down on the couch and opened the book. On the inside of the front cover were words written in Anthony's unexpectedly neat handwriting. 'She's the kind of beauty that gently falls on your lips like snowflakes softly falling to the ground, silent, subtle, fragile to touch, but beautiful nonetheless. She is made of winter, thunderstorms, and scars, yet she possesses the gentlest touch for broken souls. When you meet her, you probably won't notice her right away, for hers is the beauty that whispers ever so

I stopped at the library door and smiled to myself. ‘Books are better than people. Books don’t hate on you for something you didn’t do.’ I pushed the door open and breathed in the wonderful smell of books. ‘Paradise.’ I strolled to the shelves and scanned through the books, reading their names off their spines. ‘It seems Dante wasn’t joking when he said half of his library was filled horrors.’ A book caught my eye, and I pulled it from the others. “Bone and Souls by B. Brian.” I read the name aloud and skimmed through the description behind it. “This seems interesting.”

Alana let go of our hands, darting toward the children’s section at the end of the hall. Suddenly, it was just the two of us. Standing side by side in the narrow aisle of classic literature. Gareth tucked his hands into his pockets, scanning the spines of the books with a quiet, respectful interest. "What do you usually go for, Claire?" he asked softly. His voice seemed to blend into the hum of the air conditioning. I ran my fingers along the worn spines of the hardcovers. "The classics. Jane Austen, the Brontës... anything with beautiful prose and a happy ending. I suppose I like the escape."

I can visualize the clock wheels turning in his head, trying to decide if I am capable of understanding the complex poem. I like a challenge! I sit, ignoring the warmth spreading through my body as I lie close to Bryce, opening the tome, and I gasp. The artwork on the page is beautiful and elegant. The lettering reminds me of "The Book of Kells," a real work of art. But I do not have the time to carefully examine the intricate patterns and designs created in different colored inks.

she added. I took the book up, trying to check the contents. Both of the books looked so pretty and beautiful. The designs around the book were very attractive. The first book read ‘how to become a first time mom by Hillian gray’ while the second book read ‘what to expect when you're expecting by Felit Rochelle’. These were beautiful books, and I was sure the contents inside would be beautiful too. “Thank you Dr. Smith” I said, as I dropped the book back on my lap, giving her a graceful smile.

I absolutely adore it. Jacob is like a beautiful paradox in my world, someone who effortlessly fulfills my deepest desires. As I watch him immersed in the pages of the novel, his presence becomes a gentle symphony of humility and grace. I can't help but fixate on the way his lips delicately form each word and the way his eyes glide from one sentence to another with a hunger for knowledge. It's a mesmerizing sight that tugs at my heartstrings and leaves me longing for more moments like these.