Novel & Cerita Books With The Most Pages

Without it, I would never, ever fall for an uneducated douche like him. Okay, maybe he was educated. He did say he reads books. I’d actually looked up that book he mentioned – Battlefield of the Gods. It was massive, over seven hundred pages of heavy and complicated shit. At least, that's what I gathered from the few pages on an online library. Bless the 21st century – I didn't even have to go to a physical library anymore; I could hoard knowledge from the comfort of my own bed.

THE WISH CHAPTER 1 The lecturer finally closed his notes and adjusted his glasses. “That’s all for today. Don’t forget the assignment due next week.” Aika barely heard him. Her chin rested on her palm, long lashes half-lowered, her breasts pressed tight against her desk. The classroom was a wide, polished space—mahogany desks, tall windows letting in afternoon light—but the moment he stepped out, silence fell like a curtain. The scrape of chairs, the shuffle of students packing up. Aika didn’t move. She had nowhere to rush to, and her body felt lazy, restless.

One, matches the color of the moon. I carefully open it and immediately note how frail the pages are, it's clearly old. A burst of impatience seems to rip through me and I bring up the bulk of the book’s pages and flick to the end. I stop with about a quarter of the book left, since it isn’t completely filled out. There’s a list of names, going back hundreds of years.

" The ones I mentioned are these here. - He points on the shelf and then hands it to me. I do the whole ritual whenever I pick up a new book, or at least new to me. I leaf through it, breathe in the aroma of the paper, read the back cover and the flaps. They are medium-volume books, less than two hundred pages long. The synopses captivate me. I try not to be swayed by the information that they are Max's favorites. I realize I'm deep in reading when Max takes them from my hands. "Not to read now.

She turned the yellowed pages, running her finger over the black embossed words. "I'll take history," Casper announced grabbing the first book his hands landed on. He rested it against his chest, pacing the room as he flicked through the pages, sighing at every page turn. Gage opted for the Lycan section. Lena war and battles and Serena diaries of the royals. I went to the section on leadership and Alphas. Hours passed. The pile of discarded books in the middle of the room grew bigger and bigger as the books yet to read dwindled. Blake still tapped furiously at the laptop he rested on a small reading table. Lena joined Casper in sighing after each page turn.

Most of them have only one picture on the page and are a quarter of the size of a regular book. "Shit." I say quietly. "I can't believe it still costs ten bucks for a book that only has six pages. I can get a two hundred page paperback at the grocery store for the same price." Tiffany smirks. "But does your two hundred page paperback have fur like this touchy-feely book with a tiger on the front?" "It has fur?" I grab it out of her hands and begin going through it, touching all the different pictures as I turn the pages.

There were only the desk, the couch, and the bookshelf with only three colors, which were black, white, and gray. Nearly half of the books on the row of the bookshelf were Yostrainian, while the remaining half were almost professional books. There were a few other books occasionally interspersed in between, and they were like the Four Great Classical Novels and the Twenty-Four Histories. There was not even a novel for entertainment.

he shrugged, stepping closer. "A little? You have at least thirty books on that shelf." His lips twitched with a smile. "Thirty five," "Oh my god! I can't believe this. I thought you'd be like a forty eight laws of power kind of man. Or Atomic Habits. You're reading Harlequin and Silhouette desires!" I gaped.

Noble after noble walked towards the area where the maid was and somehow formed a disheveled oval as a group. Crystal was already finished two minutes earlier, in her hand were exactly three books which was at least 300 pages thick per bind. The maid inspected the books which some of the nobles were carrying, distaste was all she could show in her expression as her eyes darted from noble to noble. What bothered her is the fact that most of the girls carried books whose quantity was more than the average suggested by her instructions a while ago. A young maiden carried seven, very thick binds of books that seemed to be really heavy.

I pulled another one out and was about how to buy your time, authored by Dan Martell. Again and again, nothing I found was useful. I nearly gave up when my eyes fell on a bigger book. It was actually one of the biggest books there. It had a yellow cover and I pulled it out, and glanced at it, my eyes glinting at the title, ‘Werewolf And Its Powers’. Flipping through it, the first pages had no significance so I kept on turning pages, hoping to dig out what I wanted. And eventually I paused, stopping to read what it was written.