Confused Reader Novels & Stories

“I’ll help ya to your room.” Roslyn went to her room after helping David settled in his room; they skipped their usual night devotion because neither of them is in the right state of mind. David sat on the edge of his bed with the holy bible lying next to him; he wanted to read the scripture so badly, but he worried he wouldn’t know what exactly to read. The last time he’d read the scripture was fourteen years ago, when he was still a young teenager. David meticulously picked the bible and opened it page by page until he got to the book of Nahum 3:19. The scripture that has to do with healing, not just healing of the physical body but of the mind and heart. He read diligently so as not to mi

Books she couldn’t understand, apparently. Professor Alaric Thorne, her last hope, was thirty-five. He sat behind his massive mahogany desk, a single lamp throwing his sharp features into shadow. He looked less like a dusty academic and more like a man who knew exactly what he wanted. And right now, Eleanor felt like he wanted to dissect her. “Miss Vance,” his voice cut through the quiet, deep and smooth. “Your last essay on ‘The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock’ was… frankly, it was shit. Utter, unadulterated shit.”

My euphoria was over and Vic pulled away, as Anya coughed loudly behind him. I felt so embarrassed that I wanted a hole to open up right in front of me, so I can jump in and disappear! Why do I keep doing this to myself?? Why do I keep wanting something I would never get! I didn't have the time recover much as all my friends began to give me presents and wished me once again. Rahul and his girlfriend Pari were the last to wish me.

42 : "Confused" Confused 42 G A G E My heart skipped a beat when I read her message over Twitter. I went totally blank for almost five seconds and then I tried to gather my thoughts up with me, recollecting the things that I have done when we were in Indonesia and I can't think of a single thing I did wrongly, aside from leaving her at the club after inviting her over that night.

The servers, all young people dressed in blue tunics, move wordlessly to and from the table, keeping the salvers and wine glasses full. "So is mine," I acknowledged. "I can't work it out, at least not yet. But it seems for every aspect that shows clarity, I'm discovering three or four others that make no sense at all. I am unable to put the word misrepresentation out of my mind. Am I are reading a story or am I reading the facts. My instinct served me well, in the past but there is so much about this story that puzzles me and the more I read, the less I understand."

" I know . " " What are you asking me without asking me because you are being corrupted right now and I normally know that I can read you like a book and right now I can't read anything maybe it's because we've been broken up for so long and I've been with that I'm too and now I'm with a man who just confuses the hell out of me and I don't know why."

But I don't have much choice. "You're not here to have the mate bond separated, are you?" the Gaze Reader drawls, voice thick with an unintelligible accent. I swallow, but the lump in my throat goes nowhere. The Readers eyes are a foggy, purple colour, already feeling like they are drawing out my thoughts before the ritual has even started.

Juniper said, turning to Ahlum and ignoring him. He was bewildered, unsure how to react and walked down. Kriss’ heart was thumping loudly from nervousness. Wanting to talk to Juniper about what happened last night but didn’t know how to. He came closer, glancing at Juniper who was lost in her own world from time to time, trying to think or speak. “Are you hungover?” Randall asked, noticing his weird expressions and straying gazes. “Huh? No. No.” Kriss blinked, shaking his head to regain his senses. He was hungover but the sensations in his chest were constant, the worry.