Extreme Love Of Books の小説・ストーリー

It didn’t have the smell of alcohol or the constant tension in the air. So why? Why did she care about me that much? I didn’t understand it. No one had ever cared about me like that. People might show a passing interest, but no one did this. No one offered a hand without expecting something in return. But with her, it was different. She didn’t expect anything from me. She just wanted to help, wanted to make things better for me and my mom, even when I didn’t deserve it.

“It is the most predictable feeling that exists. A man in love will cross an entire country for a single person. A father will sacrifice an empire for a son. A mother will give her own life without hesitation.” He turned slowly, his gray eyes meeting Viktor’s. “Everyone believes that love makes someone stronger.” A discreet smile appeared on his lips, elegant, civilized. “I have always found that curious. Because it does exactly the opposite.” Konstantin walked to the bookshelf, took out a leather-bound book, and flipped through a few pages distractedly. “Love turns any man into someone predictable. And everything that is predictable can be directed.” He closed the book with a dry snap. The

“What’s your hobby?” “Do I have one?” I raised a question. “Well, everyone does. You must have something you truly enjoy doing,” “Hmmm… reading?” My brows creased. “Yes. That must be it. I love reading,” “What type of books are you into? Fiction? Nonfiction? Magazines? BL…” “Fiction,” I asserted, cutting him short. “Especially romance. It helps me live in the world I could only desire to live in with Jeremy. The kind of love and affection I crave exists only in fiction,”

The sweet and thoughtful Brianna had become cold and selfish. “I love you so much..” Lorenzo sobbed. My insides trembled upon hearing those words again. I felt like my ears tinged and my blood boiled as anger flared up in my system. “Stop lying!” I screamed and tried to push him again, using all my strength. “How the f**k can you say that, if all you have ever done in those two years were f**k different girls?! Do you even know the meaning of love?!” I gritted as I tried to get rid him off me.

Dennis closed their distances and replied, "Because I loved you. Because I love you. Because I will love you forever. We are SEALED for eternity, Baby. No one can come in between us. No one can hurt you. You Belong to me. You are MINE and I can and I will kill each and every person who dares to even think of hurting you". Alden stared silently at him. Dennis's eyes were switching back to back from coldness and ruthlessness to softness and warmth. His pupils were darkened as if he was possessed by some evil spirits.

She looked around, amazed by how huge the library was. A beautiful smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she picked up a book from the bookshelf, and studied it. “I love to read. This is how I got to know the history of lycans." she declared with a wider grin. “Interesting." I took a few steps closer to her. “I never perked you as someone who loves to read.” Her head snapped to me with a questioning stare. “Why? You think I love to play princess and wait for prince charming?”

Markson, instead of it being the other way around. "Love has a way of making people act foolishly. I can't believe I'm stooping so low because of love," Daniel reflected, releasing a heavy sigh as he got into his car.

“If a book lover stops in the middle of a book to text you, know they are in love with you. “ “Love?” “Well, yes. Or let’s say, they like you a lot if they leave their book to call or text you.” “Book lovers are weird. Quite something.” Chuckling, she returned to the chair with the pen and motioned for him to continue. Minutes passed. For someone who claimed to be busy, Alek was doing this wholeheartedly. An unexpected warmth spread through Camilla’s chest, and she couldn’t help grinning at him as he read on.

“Move on. She’s not here.” We waited until we were sure they were gone. “I like books,” I told him quietly. “Books?” Aien raised an eyebrow. “That’s a rather wide subject.” “I like stories,” I blushed. “I like learning about the past, reading the stories of other people’s lives and adventures. In Uyan Taesil, there is a library so very full of books that I feel I could read every day for the remainder of my life and never reach the end of them. That seems like a great shame, don’t you think? That there are stories right there on the shelves, on that parchment, that I will never know, and that, perhaps, no one else will either, for I’m quite certain that, other than my father, no one ever goe