Curious Reader Novels & Stories

“A reader. You attach it to any book, codex, or artifact that contains recorded knowledge. When activated, it transfers the contents directly, without opening the object or disturbing any seals bound to it.” His eyes sharpened with interest after my explanation. “Directly… to my mind?” I raised a brow at that. “No, mine,” I corrected subtly, “or to itself. It stores what it reads. The information can be retrieved later, intact. It doesn't depend on the creator’s mana, only activation.” Silence fell between us. Feline let out a low breath, something between disbelief and awe. He stared at the reader as though he were witnessing the finest creation of his time, and heat crept up my cheeks desp

She stopped in front of me, hesitating for a moment, but did not step away. My whole body tightened again. The feeling was complicated, somewhere between nervousness and something I could not quite name. She pressed her lips together lightly and looked up at me, her eyes slightly unfocused. The room was so quiet that all we could hear was each other's breathing. After a while, I opened the door again. To my surprise, Lance was standing by the window, holding a cigarette, taking a drag. Anna's expression changed instantly. She rushed over and knocked the cigarette out of his hand. "When did you start smoking? You've got some nerve now, don't you?"

Ellie… Ellie… Like a voice calling her home. She froze. “Dad?” The voice faded, like it had never been there. Then another sound, distant, muffled: the scrape of chalk against a board. The low hum of lecture hall voices. Dr. Voss’s calm, measured tone: You must see the Labyrinth for what it is, not what it shows you. Ellie pressed a hand to her forehead. “It’s in my head.” Cerebus stiffened, growling into the shadows. But the growl wasn’t steady. Alpha turned left, snapping at nothing. Beta whined, torn between directions. Gamma barked, lunging forward, straining against air.

He took the glass and said, "I thought we should talk." Since I was looking down, the strain in his jeans caught my attention. I longed to reach out and stroke it; instead, my tongue darted to my suddenly dry lips. "If you want to talk, I'll talk, but if that can wait, we can do something else." I took a deep breath and sank to my knees, unsure what I was doing. I'd read books. I remembered Del Mar. With everything in me, I hoped this was what he'd meant by his unique tastes.

But then curiosity has always been another one of my worst and obscure habits and In as much as i had mentally berated myself not to indulge my mind from wondering from the chapter I was working on I still clicked on the page anyway. Yes! Maybe I do have a praise kink so obviously I couldn’t resist looking.. At first glance, it looks normal, like it’s just another reader engaging with the chapter but then I actually read it and my stomach does something… weird. “𝑾𝒉𝒚 𝒅𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒔 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒏.”

Author: I'm willing to associate will a crazy bunch like you. Readers: I don't know what just happened.

But Regina can’t help the way that when she glances up at the King from across the opulent dinner table, she no longer thinks first of- what curse was cast upon you, for you to be such a fearsome and terrible creature of lore, but rather, of things like what were you thinking, when you dog-eared the page about how there are an uncountable number of stars in the universe, and stars that we will never see? It makes an unbearably impatient urge to speak with him, for some reason, rise within him; this teeming curiosity, suddenly, to look into those same dark eyes and see if she can find traces of not the Cursed King, but the man who scrawled little illegible notes alongside the names of constel

Curiosity continuously gnaws at my heart. Pushing the door open, I gasped loudly at the books on different shelves. Surprisingly, it is an in-house library. What caught my attention the most was the large book with a strange cover and unreadable writings, sitting pretty on a book stand. It made me wonder why it was a standalone and not on the shelf like the others. Glancing back at the door, I felt the urge to back away, but I stayed back.

They receive Lior with correct diplomatic courtesy and with something underneath the courtesy that does not have a diplomatic name. Curiosity is the closest available word, though the quality of it is different from ordinary curiosity. This is the curiosity of people who have been waiting for a specific thing and are now examining whether what has arrived matches the expectation. Lior is being assessed against a standard that exists independent of anything Lior has done or presented, and the assessment is favorable, the favorable quality visible in the slight relaxation that moves through the welcoming party when Lior steps into the settlement's outer hall.

Traveling the way she reached to the fiction section, whose pages were most worn out. “I think he mostly prefers these books to sharpen his brain.” Saying so she ran her fingers through the books but halted mid way and whispered this time. “Why am I caring what types of book he likes or not?” Standing there for a second or two, she shook her head and walked to the literature section and chose a book for herself. Settling herself by the window, she opened the book the started to read it, but in a short period of time, she felt drowsy with sleep because of the lack of habit.