Booktok Is Ruining Reading Novels & Stories

we same in unison pointing to each other. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------- “There is no such thing as a good story. There is only something like a good book. A good book is where a reader finds complete solace and comfort; a way to escape harsh realities relating to his life” - R.A Higheels If you liked this chapter, please consider leaving a review!

I can't face the assholes making mean comments about me on I*******m. Kelly: Lily, the loser. Her braces make her face look like a train station. Alexa: I know, right. Tia: Chugga Chugga Chew Chew!! I hate seeing their names everywhere. If I deleted my I*******m, then my book followers would be disappointed. I'm a bookstagrammar. Meaning people follow me and read my reviews of various novels. It's hard to be a critic. Someone must do it. "It's time to get off, Lily. I need to get the bus ready to pick up the half-day preschoolers, " Mrs. Norris says.

Lila shook her head at me in pity, still roaming her eyes around the novel she was reading. "Are you even listening to me?" I snapped. She raised her head from the novel. "Of course, why not?" "As far as I remember, you've been reading that damn novel since I've been talking to you. What do people enjoy reading words?" "Because it's awesome." "How? You can rather watch a movie than read books." I slapped the book out of her hand. "This book… Alpha's Check Mate by Amaury, it's awesome. You really should read her books. Some people prefer reading books than watching movies." She rolled her eyes and picked the book from the floor.

I watch as the book disappears, sitting up I stare at Damon. “This shit? Why are you reading trash like this, it’s for women who can’t get laid and need to read it to get the experience.” A laugh escapes my mouth. “Apparently, I can’t get laid!” He stares at me shocked, silence filling the space between us. “Why don’t you just stop? Leave me alone, and stop talking to me? Go home Damon, and wait for my real Daddy to come home.” He should, he doesn’t want to do it again, fine, but there is no need to be on my back. I hold out my hand waiting, watching as he hands the book back to me. “Cheers. This is better than any reality I have had so far.” His eyes widen, a low growl escapes his throat as

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"What if she tore all of my books? How would I read? What would I do without my books? If I don't have books, I would feel sad, and then I would get into panic attacks. Panic attacks? Kabir, do you understand this? It means I've to take my pills again and then cutting will start, nightmares will come. She'll hear me screaming. She'll get scared like Misha did. Oh my god, everything--" "Shush." Kabir got my hands, bent in front of me with a frown. "Bookworm, you are rambling again. Everything will be okay. You'll talk to her and tell how it troubles you when your books are torn. Work it out. I'm sure she feels regretful. Okay?" I nodded. He touched my cheek, rubbing his thumb on my chin. "Don

Luxiana Sommeris Work had been exhausting, but I felt a quiet satisfaction at the end of the day. A steady stream of students and middle-aged readers had come to the library, eagerly searching for books to immerse themselves in. I’d always assumed that technology would take over even the simple joy of reading. With ebooks and online platforms offering instant access to stories—often for just a handful of coins—it seemed inevitable. Yet, seeing people choose the weight of a book in their hands, cherishing the earthy smell of its pages, and savoring the anticipation of flipping to the next chapter made me undeniably happy.

“Hold on! That book seems special. I bet you haven’t seen it before. We need…” “Fire to reveal what has been written.” Lucas completed my words, and my eyes only widened in surprise. “I have read all the books here, probably a hundred times. But this particular book can open a door to bad incidents the moment you reveal all that is in the book. It uses your mind to free itself. So, it’s better off not reading. This is where you have to caution your curiosity.” He lectured me. “Oh, I see. I’m sorry.” I apologized, realizing I could have caused havoc with my own hands.

It looked like something that should be hidden behind locked glass in a questionable bookstore aisle. I flipped it open anyway, because apparently I had no survival instincts left. "Please.. I cant-" I paused. Read it again. Then slowly looked up at him. “…I’m not reading this.” His eyebrow lifted. “You promised.” “This is not a book. This is—this is literal smut disguised as literature.” “Exactly,” he said, way too calm. I smacked the book against his arm. “Pervert.” “Reader,” he corrected immediately, like that was important. Then leaned back like he had all the time in the world. “Come on. We had a deal.” I stared at him.

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