Novel & Cerita Come As You Are Book Review

I blushed, shook my head, and cleared my throat. “I mean, I’ve been planning to give you since you solved the assignment. The book is very important, it costs the owner’s life.” “What?” he asked in surprise. He’s too young to know the story of the book. The book isn’t popular because it’s the author’s first book. He was a psychologist and also labelled a psychopath. What he wrote in the book was facts about human nature, how to read people and how to make them respect you at all costs as their boss.

God, that’s the worst part. For a moment, she just stared at nothing, then exhaled. For me, sitting here in my safe space, it’s like watching someone walk willingly into a furnace and come out not burned, but forged into something new. Something terrifying and beautiful. At first, I was just horrified. What kind of monster is this professor? Using her mind, her ambition, her body, like some kind of lab experiment? The first chapter, where he just commands her to strip and… do that… for “applied theory”? It made my skin crawl. It felt like the worst kind of predation, disguised in intellectual bullshit. I wanted to scream at her through the pages: “RUN! GET OUT!”

"You've just saved my show." "I've never modelled before," I admitted honestly. "I write books. I hide behind a keyboard. This..." I gestured around us. "This isn't my world. It doesn't feel like me." His expression softened immediately. "I know. And that's exactly why you'll be wonderful." I looked at him uncertainly. "You're not pretending. You'll simply be yourself." He gestured toward the sketches covering the walls. "Piccola Bellezza is about quiet elegance. Embracing the grace and femininity of the petite woman.."

It wrapped around her waist, clung to her hips, and left just enough exposed skin to make every man in the bookstore stare. Fuck. I noticed every single one of them. Their eyes followed her, lingering too long, looking at her like she was something to consume, imagining things they had no right imagining. For a brief second, I considered ripping their eyeballs out. The bookstore wasn't the right place for that. Especially not with my Cub watching. I've never found much pleasure in the creations of God. Most people are boring, predictable, and disposable, just like every human on this planet. But Kammie Reyna Jones was different.

Andy said as put on a worried expression, acting as if this was for my own good. It made me sick. "So… In your eyes… Someone doesn't deserve to have anything if they don't have status, family, or power. They can only accept all the pain inflicted on them for the rest of their life and live under someone else's mercy? Andy…. You think too highly of yourself." Andy still tried to press me, but I did not give him the chance. I ordered the warriors beside me to escort him out. "I'm truly sorry to disappoint you, but I didn't need anyone to attend this banquet."

I felt heat start to pool low and a blush start to crawl up my neck. "About his ability to make himself everyone's problem." "Well, that tracks. At least from the little bit I've known him." She leaned closer to Rowan's section and started reading the titles off like she was browsing a bookstore. The books were a chaotic mix, some genuinely useful, others questionably so, but all jammed together in no particular order. She pointed to the first spine, reading it outloud, her voice dripping with judgement. "How to Win and Argument Without Throwing a Punch."

At the man who had been working toward something for years and had arrived at it and was sitting in a Smith Street cafe at ten in the morning not entirely knowing what to do with the arriving. "How does it feel?" I said. "Actually." He was quiet for a long moment. "Like the thing I told you about the book when it arrived," he said. "Something that used to be inside me is now outside me." He held the coffee. "But more so. Because this time it's not just that the book exists. It's that someone else understood it the way I meant it." He held my gaze. "That doesn't always happen." "No," I said. "It doesn't."

she asked as I sighed and smiled. "I have to go. I need to report back to my father" I said as she nodded sniffing. "Please stay" she said shocking me. "What?" I asked as she looked at me with pleading eyes. "Your wound is still not fully healed. It will be dangerous" she said as I smiled. "I will be alright. Zylians have a good healing ability than humans" I said as she shook her head. "But you’re still in pain. Even now you’re clenching on your abdomen as though in pain" she said shocking me.

The girl said. “Same here. I actually thought that this book wasn’t popular but you’re reading it as well. Oh, I’m Kayne by the way, Kayne David.” “I’m Natsumi Koga, it’s nice to meet you!” “Ah yes, you as well. I was actually about to ask if you always come here.” Kayne asked. “Uhuh, I always go to this café every time I go to town, this is actually kind of my spot, haha.”

And that's when I forgot how ugly my name is from the way he spoke with his soft and soothing voice. "So, what can you say about..." "He's nice." "Nice? What else?" Ave nudged me. I sighed heavily. Why is she so curious about my reaction on that guy, anyway? "Can you just accept my answer?" I arched an eyebrow. She pouted her lips while holding my arm. I rolled my eyes and continue searching for a book. I ran my fingers through the rows of the books on the shelves before picking up ‘The Psychology of Perception by Vernon, M. D’ then placing it on the table.