Confused Reader Novels & Stories

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.

" 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."

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.

❞ he said it with a laugh, but it was still obvious that he was hurt by his situation. ❝Did you dream? We're not in an erotic romance that you're reading, that you sleep with a stranger and wake up and don't remember anything happened.❞ he said firmly, as if he were pissed off at her. Wait! What? Erotic romance—how did he know I read erotic romance novels? Angel secretly buys erotic romance novels, and she also secretly reads them; she only reads them when she has nothing to do and every night to help her sleep. Angel was reading it inside the room, and even her dead twin didn't know it either.

Once in a while, he would raise his head up and look out the window, watching the activities of the world. "What are you reading?" Alex jumped a bit in his seat, startled by the voice that had spoken. It was Amanda, her eyes were still closed as she spoke, but she had taken out her iPods. "Uh... Never trust a dead man, it's a murder mystery book." He told her. "Never trust a dead man?" She laughed. "Why would you trust someone already dead?" She finally opened her eyes looking over at Alex. "Well, it's... It's hard to explain, the book explains it all."

The contents of the book interest me. While reading and flipping some pages I heard the door of the bookstore opened, I was alerted and peeked behind the book I am holding and got disappointed when I saw that it was another person. My brows furrowed because of what I am thinking. What the hell, Cristine? Why are you disappointed? Are you disappointed because the person who came in wasn’t Ronald? No! I wasn’t! What the hell? I sighed heavily and continued reading but damn…I can’t understand even a single thing! I can understand it just earlier and now I don’t? I need to concentrate. Cristine, don’t think of anyone just focus on your book—

They went back to her unit to shower and get a change of clothes for the next day. While she’s doing her business, Daniel freely roamed around when a pink album caught his eye. “Our Wedding” he read the title in confusion. The more he browsed the pages, the more confused he becomes. Is he suffering from any amnesia? The photos are not as he remembers it to be. “Convincing, right?” Celine appeared in her pink cartoon pyjamas.

I pushed him off me and I cleared my throat. "Look..it's not what you think." "Oh really? We all just saw you two swallowing yourselves." Kori said and I turned to face Dante who had no expression on. My eyes went back to the others and they kept grinning. I rushed out of the kitchen and thier mocking laughs filled behind me. I took the back door outside and I let out the air I didn't realize I've been keeping. Oh God why did I kiss him back ?Do I like him? I'm really confused. I sat on the a bench and sighed. I need to get my head straight.

I checked the cardboard carefully but I didn't find the information I needed. To avoid further frustration, I picked up the book again as I decided to conduct a new study. But before that happened, I closed my eyes, imagined different stuff, to renew my mind and give me fresh eyes. As soon as I opened my eyes to conduct a new study, I could now understand the paragraph from a fresh standpoint. I began to spot the loopholes in the names that were mentioned and how the writer of the book coded the paragraph in a way that the reader would only partly understand. And the quest for the full knowledge could not help the reader find any new information at all.