Curious Reader Novels & Stories

The person didn't push her away but quietly watched her with a questioning gaze. "What's going on?" It's this late, but there's still work to do, so you're probably not a business person, right? Her friend said that business people have very sour souls, at best he is not a trader. She asked, “What do you do?” “What do you think I do?” Unexpectedly, he was interested in asking about this topic, she thought for a moment and then guessed: "You are a reader." “Why would you guess that?” “Because you are very fragrant, Rosa Roja said that people who read books smell like books, and the soul is also extremely…” At this, she immediately covered her mouth, then smiled innocently. “I mean…readers are

“Have fun studying. I love you.” “I love you too, sis.” I put my phone back in my pocket and gather my tea back in the living room. No matter how I try to shake it off, the letter still bugs me. I tell myself I’m not a very curious person, yet I can’t help but feel like a hypocrite. Who am I kidding? Of course, I’m a very curious person, that’s how I become a fine writer. I gather facts more than a reporter, search more than a detective.

My school library keeper always say that I have a special form of Curiosity. There was a day I borrowed a book, I read the whole book with fifty three chapters in less than two days. I returned the book and borrowed the book 2 for that book, just like the first book that has fifty three chapters, this second one also has the same number of chapters whereby one chapter has about two thousands plus words.

And what did she think of its contents? My curiosity had reached a boiling point, and I found myself eager to know just how much of the book Roxy had read. Had she stumbled upon the passages about Cryomancers, the very information I had been searching for? The possibility sent a thrill through me, and I couldn't help but wonder if she might inadvertently hold the key to unlocking the secrets I sought. I mentally chastised myself, feeling a surge of frustration at my own indecision. Why was I making this so complicated? I just needed to approach Roxy, strike up a conversation, and find out if she had read anything relevant in the book.

"David, what are you even talking about?" I blurted out, pushing my chair back just an inch. The expensive wine suddenly tasted like copper in my mouth. "Where is this coming from? I’m so confused."David didn't blink. He just sat there, watching me with that same unreadable expression."You're acting like I'm some... prize," I continued, my voice rising as the absurdity of the day finally boiled over. "I remember the company anniversary last year at the Palace Hotel. I was coming out of the restroom, the hallway was packed, and I accidentally bumped into you. My hand brushed your backside as I tried to squeeze past. You looked at me with such pure disgust, David. You looked like I had physica

"I think this book holds the key to our journey." Liam's curiosity piqued, and he reached out to take the book from her hands. He carefully opened it, revealing handwritten notes and sketches that adorned its pages. "These are clues, Emily," he observed, a glimmer of excitement in his voice. "Let's decipher them and see where they lead."

This, Dear Reader, is my leap to a world beyond the cycle of clichés. Book IV Vision

I need to know if you guy are interested. . . Kamara B. Blake Love all my active readers💋💋

S: How did you become friends? K: Rye made me meet them. S: He seems like a good guy to you. You seem happy. K: How did you figure out how I felt? You saw me. S: I know it. K: You know so much about me but said you don't know me yet. S: I am just good at figuring things out. K: You seem like a good guesser. S: Just like you Khali suddenly fell silent. She suddenly remembered something. — Brady looked toward her. "Jeez, you're good at guessing. I wondered how you knew what book I was holding."