Confused Reader Novels & Stories

He decided then and there that he could not read this two page letter sober. Grabbing a whiskey bottle in the far right corner of the room. He did not even need a glass. Taking a swig right from the bottle... he then took a seat on the carpeted floor his back leaning against the bed. If someone entered the room, they wouldn't be able to tell if anyone was around. Leona had went out with Debby, she did not mention when she would be back. They were probably decorating her apartment, reason being why he needed this money. Leona was spending way way too much on Debby. She was too kind... her stupid religious term always annoyed him. "When you happily give, it will come back much much more than y

Julia shook her head. Shadow just scoffed silently. She understood it perfectly. In other words, Julia could only read it blankly without registering it in her mind. It wasn’t weird, though. These were relics that were filled with corrupted mana. Only corrupted people could read it. “I’m not sure. This is a bit complicated. The author’s name of ‘How To Write A Story’, is total bullshit, however.” Julia’s words became rougher as she spoke. She clenched her jaw, lamenting and collecting herself, and breathed out.

They didn't have many visitors in the two days I was here, so when I heard the door bell ring, I was sceptical, but I opened the door anyway. I stumbled back a step when I saw Geoff in front of me. Not just normal Geoff. Haggard, disheveled Geoff. His hair was mussed up, his clothes were rumpled, his eyes were red and he even wore mismatched shoes. His normal five o'clock shadow was thicker than normal. I mean, I didn't look any better, but... "You look horrible." I was the first to speak. I was anxious, happy, angry and frustrated all at once.

Yet, try as she might, they remain unintelligible—an enigma she cannot decipher. Undeterred, Selena persists, determined to uncover any clues within the journal's pages. Methodically, she scans through each entry, her eyes moving across the evolving script. As the writings transition into merscript, she slows her pace, reading each word with meticulous care. It becomes evident that the author has been documenting the merfolk as if they have never encountered Selena's kind before. A sense of foreboding creeps over her, unsettling her to the core.

“Start over. Page one.” “What?” I practically shrieked. “I’ve been reading this same page for hours! You can’t make me start over just because I got one question wrong!” “You didn’t get one question wrong,” Knox corrected gently. “You’ve gotten fifteen questions wrong. Which means you haven’t actually learned the material. Reading isn’t the same as understanding, Dahlia. You need to comprehend what you’re reading, not just let your eyes pass over the words.” I wanted to cry. Or throw the textbook at his head. Maybe both.

His brow furrowed, while the single word made my heart begin pounding. "What?" He didn't answer immediately. Instead, he adjusted his spectacles and reread the paragraph a third time, then a fourth. Finally, he looked at me and this time, his expression had changed completely. It wasn't excitement, but confusion, the kind born from finding something that wasn't supposed to be there. "That's..." He paused. "...interesting." "What is it?" I was already leaning forward. Without answering, he rotated the legislation toward me. One finger rested against a single sentence buried deep within the page. I read it once, then again, but it didn't help me understand what he was showing me.

Rather than saying that I was disappointed, he used the word ‘confusing’; which is the real fact. I lifted my chin, then our gaze met and stayed that way for long seconds. ‘He said it’ll be hard to know my emotions, but look at him spilling the exact things that’s going inside my head; as if he knew me ever since before.’ “How did you know that I was confused, rather than disappointed?” “Hmmm,” he hummed, rubbing his chin. “Maybe because a person’s heart won’t change even if the brain forgot all of the details?” I scowled my forehead, not because I felt offended, but due of my suspicions against this tall man.

He put the coffee down. He put it down without looking at the counter, setting it by feel, keeping his eyes on the screen, and he read it again. Not because the first reading had been unclear. Because the first reading had been perfectly clear and he needed the second reading to do the thing that second readings sometimes did, which was to reveal some qualifying clause or contextual detail that altered the meaning of the first. The second reading found no such clause. There was no alteration. It said what it said. He opened the post directly.

he asked seemingly curious. “Uh, your... Your, I don't know how to say it, Zack. I'm fucking confused...” Amira yawned again as she mumbled her words. “Say it honey, who is there in Kiel’s room?” Zack asked again. Looking oddly suspicious at his wife. “Your daughter-in-law? Uhhh... Should I say, son-in-law?” Amira groaned and still buried in the pit of her confusion. She really couldn't tell about her son's complicated relationship. She was still dumbfounded! “Kael Casimiro?”

He drove deep, hips jerking, and came with a low, broken groan, flooding her while her cunt still fluttered around him. They collapsed sideways in a tangled heap across the quilts, the lantern light trembling with every gust of wind that hit the cabin. Wren’s head rested on Callum’s chest. Eli’s arm was locked around her waist from behind. Outside the snow kept falling in heavy, soundless sheets. The road remained gone. The world beyond the trees no longer existed. Callum’s voice, when it finally came, was barely audible above the storm. “We can’t pretend this was only the wine.”