Everybody Reads Novels & Stories

* * * * * ** * * * * ** * * * * ** * * * * ** * * * * ** * * * * ** * * * * * Dear readers, Endeavor to drop your thoughts after every read.

"It doesn't matter anyways. I have another homework for you" I sighed. But louder than intended. "Oh, are you tired? Ugh, ugly Betty." she grabbed a handful of my hair, tugging at it. "Just remember who you are and where you stand in this school." Everyone else in the class had turned to watch. Some had their phones out and were recording. "YOU. ARE. A. FUCKING. CHARITY. CASE" she said drawing out the words more than necessary.

I curl my legs up underneath me on the chair and I begin to read. It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife. However little known the feelings or views of such a man may be on his first entering the neighborhood. I smile as I read, and on a few occasions I blink back the tears. I feel like I’m having an out of body experience, gifting an elderly woman time with her favorite book before she dies. Suddenly, this is the most important job I have ever had.

Besides, I don't see what's interesting about those books, they're just pages with words on them. —Aida, you're talking about a trilogy and it's not. Besides, books aren't just pages with words on them, each book is magical, with a great story or adventure waiting to be read, with characters you can fall in love with or hate as if they were real, who will only live in your mind since they won't come out of those pages. It's an escape from reality, in conclusion. —Well, I don't plan to live that, since I love the real world even if it seems like shit sometimes. Besides, have you seen how thick those books are? —I roll my eyes. —You'll die before finishing reading them.

The flowers, delicate and enduring, seemed to embody the resilience and beauty of those who had shared their stories. Later, Yam organized a small reading session—Letters From Nobody, Responded By Everybody. Participants read entries aloud anonymously, followed by open replies offered like small gifts. One letter said: “I feel like the only person who doesn’t know how to be happy.” A reply came softly from someone in the back: “Happiness isn’t a requirement for worth. You’re already enough.” These words resonated deeply, a reminder that worth was not contingent on external validation.

I appreciate every read❤️‼️ And I really want to thank you guys❤️‼️ Hope you enjoy the story💯‼️

Happy Reading! Solange Daye

I pick up the card and flip it over. I hope you like your little gift RED. -RR Reading each word over and over again I start to question who this person is and why did they call me red?

***** Nia walked so hard on the files that she didn't even know when night fell, she was determined to finish them up after reading so many interesting proposals, some made her laugh, some impressed her, with that, she was able to finish a work of three days in just 24 hrs. She then picked up another file, opening it, she saw a letter inside of it, the letter read: “Meet me at RODIN'S FOODS by 7pm." the was no name on it, neither the sender or the recipient, but it was directed to her. It was already 6:15pm, she wasn't sure who the person was, but she knew that it had something to do with "MR.NOBODY." Well it was a mystery, and Mr.Nobody was really mysterious.

I can't wait to read it all🥰 Thank you!