Entertaining Books To Read の小説・ストーリー

I'm gonna choose one to three books only, I can't handle reading multiple books at a time. I walk through the billionaire genre sub-section which is clearly inscribed on the long shelf admiring each book I see. I pick up each of the books the book cover and title attracts me to scan through, for some attempting to scan through the main body to check if there's anything that interests me. At last I end up taking down with me three books, which suit my taste at this particular time. Pride of the Billionaire Bachelor, 1095 Days of Dangerous Temptation and Second Chance for the Billionaire.

he asked, disappointment laced in his tone. “Tell me a story,” she said, watching as his expression shifted from disappointment to confusion. “A story?” he muttered. “What kind of story?” “Don’t you know what a story is? Bedtime stories, novels, memoirs, biographies—things like that.” “Is that a joke?” he laughed. “Your lifestyle is so boring. How does a story entertain anybody? Horror, thrillers, silly romance, history—blah, blah, blah. It’s a waste of time.”

Julian tipped his head, his eyes searching hers. "I'm looking." His suggestion was evident. And it wasn't about books. Heat washed over the back of Lena's neck. Desperate for a distraction, she seized a newly unpacked box of novels from behind the counter and began shelving them mechanically. Julian watched her in silence, the seconds heavy and fraught. "You always this busy?" he asked at last. She glanced up, surprised. He sounded. almost interested. Almost as if he cared. "I like it that way," she said, sliding a book into place. "It's easier to keep moving. Easier to—"

“What’s your favourite book?” ‘Um… my favourite book… maybe the Kiss Me Softly series or In the Storm with You, but I also like Feeling Again and The Southern Brothers series. Between Us is my favourite sappiest romance, but not my favourite… Ugh, just pick one.’ “I can’t decide which book is my favourite. There are just so many that I love to choose from.” I sighed, defeated by my inability to decide on just one. My brain was so stressed that I was sure steam was coming out of my head with how hard I was thinking.

"Okay first of all, have you ever thought that maybe, just maybe, the reason why business isn't moving is because no one is interested in reading boring old books anymore? This is what people are into these days, okay? News, gossip, all that juicy information. Besides, if there's anything anyone would want to know about everything there is to know, it's all up in the internet already so you see, no one really cares that much for books anymore. Just boring old librarians" Wilma came, letting me in on the sad truth but of course, I wasn't one to back down on the things I believed in. "You know, I'm pretty sure there are lots of people like me, who think the good old times were better when one

he said lovingly, not taking his gaze away from her. "Much more beautiful than Sophia?" Antonette asked. He gave her a gentle smile. "Yes," he replied wholeheartedly. "Then who's sexier, me or Sophia?" Antonette asked again, this time in a more sensual tone. He stroked her lips. "You are way, way sexier than she is, Antonette."

Any sensible person would think they could easily plan something evil. Because of that, I spent most of my time in the library. Sometimes, I was not reading but looking through the vast catalogue and picking out the books that sounded interesting. That afternoon, I had piled up twenty books on the table. I was still looking for more when the door opened and Leilani walked in. It was almost lunch time so I figured she had come to invite me for it. “Hello,” I said. “Hey,” she said, picking up one of the books on the table. It was The Graveyard book by Neil Gaiman. “This looks like a children’s book.”

he added. Elaine returned the smile. "Absolutely, Each book took me on a fascinating journey. I can't thank you enough for recommending such incredible titles." "It's always a pleasure to see someone genuinely passionate about reading. I'm glad I could be of assistance. By the way, we have a new arrival that you might find interesting. It's a collection of short stories by an acclaimed author." he suggested. Her curiosity piqued. "Oh, really? I'd love to take a look at it. Where can I find it?"

"It’s wonderful. Now I can place more books on it." "Then you can buy more books," Felix added. I was amazed by the number of books he brought home. a box of books circulating around the internet that I’m definitely curious about. "Books are your own kind of drugs." "No, books are her babies," Jay corrected. They’re both right. Buying books is, for me, a form of addiction. Reading them transports me to different places. It makes me feel like I'm talking to people I've never met in my life. It entertained me in a good way, without any harm. Romances make me feel the kiss of true love. Horror, thrillers, and suspense chilled my bones from skull to toe. Historical fiction taught me a lot about

Amazing, what is a better way to distract yourself than reading some dark romance books filled with smut. I got in the library and instantly felt a bit calm. Grabbing my favourite four books I got seated in a cosy comfortable corner, and started reading. An hour later I closed the fourth book in my hands as I groaned frustratingly. For god sake what's wrong with me? I couldn't even read a single book completely. I tried to read them for fifteen minutes and then put them aside while picking up another book. All of these books are my fucking comfort favourite books that I have re-read for so many times. The books whose MMC are my, to heart, book boyfriends.