Choosing A Book Novels & Stories

Dear Readers, On behalf of everyone reading ’He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back’, thank you for reading. I know you have many choices. Boy oh boy, you do have many choices. It’s crazy to think how many choices you have. In fact, some people think there are too many choices. Browsing through the endless books on this site can be like feeling hungry in a supermarket. Despite the beautifully displayed cornucopia, you often leave frustrated and unsatisfied. So once again, thank you for choosing to read ‘He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back’.

Maybe we shouldn’t look at him or maybe it’s all a mistake, I just don’t know if we are on the right path or just wasting time. I flipped page after page trying to find useful information but it was of no use, there were mentions of some wolves with black fur, some were ruthless while some good but none of them had red eyes. As we were reading one out of the many books someone’s phone started ringing. I looked at the source and it was Dimitri’s. He took out the phone from his pocket and picked it up while standing and going out of the library even though we were the only one here. We resumed our work after looking at each other briefly. He came back after five minutes looking stressed and in

"Hey Elsa, If you were to pick between George and Jaden, who would you go for?" "Hahaha," Elsa laughed. "I see what you're trying to do there." Elsa replied. "C'mon now, just make a choice." Jane continues to persuade her. "Well......, I can't tell for sure what is wrong with George but he's cute tho although not as cute as Jaden. He's still our mate. Maybe we can help him." "I don't remember asking if we can help him. I only asked who you'd choose but since you've said it like that, I wonder what he's suffering from."

Solomon had been sitting there waiting for a while. When I walked in, he didn't even look up. He simply said in a calm voice, "Your mom said she'll cook for you tonight. What do you want to eat?" Just those few words were enough to make my eyes well up. The people I should cherish the most had been right in front of me, yet I hadn't done so. I opened my mouth, struggling for a moment before finally choking out, "I'm sorry, Dad."

He asks with something in his voice I can't quite identify. "You don't know." I say with a slight chuckle in my voice. "Just pick one." I watch idle as he sifts through all the books until he picks one. House of Earth and Blood by Sarah J Maas. "That is one of my favourite books. Although I might just be biased because I love her writing." I lean back in the chair with a satisfied look on my face. "What makes you love someone's writing?" He sits back in his chair and looks at me curiously.

I arrive and see that it's almost closing, I don't waste time and go in looking in detail at each book there. I don't know how to choose books, to tell you the truth I don't even like them and I've never imagined myself in a bookstore, but if my female likes it, my duty is to buy them even at the bookstore if that's what she wants. I choose a few romances and dramas, types of books I've seen my partner read many times and is likely to enjoy. In all, there were six books that with great difficulty I managed to choose, I ask the girl who works there to wrap them with the gift papers I brought and put the ribbons and bows too.

"I need something to occupy my mind, not sedate it, little bird. Something dramatic, passionate, maybe a classic tragedy." ​We paused in front of a section devoted to foreign literature. ​"How about Wuthering Heights?" I suggested, pulling the dense volume from the shelf. "All-consuming passion, deep obsession, and tragic consequences. A perfect distraction." ​He took the book from my hand as his fingers brushed mine. A contact that lasted a mere second but felt like an electric jolt. I immediately hid my hand behind me. He weighed the book in his hand, not looking at the title but at me.

I’ve heard a saying that goes thus; if you want to make enemies, choose them wisely. I don’t believe I chose mine wisely. And I don’t believe there’s a saying like that actually… But it still makes sense because I could have chosen enemies who were less powerful and cruel so that my life’s predicament wouldn’t be as brutal. But I went ahead and did the opposite. But then again, sometimes, we are choiceless when it comes to selecting our enemies. Sometimes, it just happens naturally and we find random cruel people hunting us down and aiming to destroy our lives.

She cautiously made her way back to the quiet library. She scanned the thousands of titles, her fingers brushing over worn leather spines. She should have picked a history, or a strategy text, something to sharpen her mind. Instead, her hand hesitated and then settled on a novel with a worn, colorful cover depicting a windswept couple. A romance. It felt foolish, indulgent, but she pulled it from the shelf anyway.

Opening it silently, I strained for signs of anyone else in the hotel who might recognize me or who I may know. Throwing caution to the wind, I stole down the hall, my feet lightly pattering on the marble floor as I hurried down to the bookshop. I looked around and found one I thought was fitting for the occasion: Lady Chatterley's Lover based on the title because I felt I could relate with her but half not trusting myself not to give in to the lust-filled pages and half gleeful with excitement, I chose the book and headed back to my suite. Shutting myself in the bedroom, I curled up on the oversized chair again and got lost in its pages.