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After some minutes of hard work, streaks of sweat began to trickle down my soft cheeks and I switched on the air conditioner. Then, I decided to take a break and engage in what I love doing most in order to relax my brain. Funnily, reading books was one of the two things that would relax my head and the second one was slumber. I sprinted to my reading table and clutched one of the books in my hands titled "Sisters: Catholic Nuns and the Making of America” by one of my favorite authors, John J. Fialka. I fell in love with the book and I could not wait to finish it since I started. I opened the page I had stopped and I grew lost in my reading world when the ringing tone of my phone jolted me b

I missed my mate, my freedom, my friends, Kailin, and everyone at the vineyards. I watched a series about a group of delinquent kids born in space and dropped to Earth to see if the air was already breathable. I finished Episode twelve, and when a particular character pissed me off, I turned it off and went to read something in the study. There were some fiction books, but primarily old books from Jane Austen, Charlotte Bronte, and Herman Melville. There were self-help and meditation books and a book about mystical creatures. I walked out of the study. If she allowed me to read a book about witchcraft, it might interest me, but that would be as dangerous as walking into the darkness without

ISABELLE’S POV I flip the page of the book with the help of my left hand. The name of the book which I am currently reading is “The tales of Ash Ville”. It is a nice book and it includes the horror stories of the town. It is a fictional book but I like it and has captured my attention. I found this in the library a few weeks back and I thought to read it. Today I saw it in the books which I had not read so I decided to read this one.

I meet a smiling Ciel standing right outside, his smile radiating to me as I shyly touch my hair and open the door wide enough to let him in. “Are you busy? Sorry to intrude” He says to me and I shake my head with a bubbling smile, “Not at all, I was only immersing myself in paranormal fiction”. I had gotten the book from Welma who fiercely suggested I read it so we would gingerly discuss it tomorrow. Now, I’m not so proud of my novel reading skills at all. I’m more of a comic reader in this aspect.

What better way to eliminate boredom than by reading a book? I had recently downloaded a reading app, where you can read your favourite stories of different genres. Right now I am reading a novel called Loving Hayden. It is about two teens who were once archenemies but later became friends with their enemies. Okay, maybe not friends with benefits, more like enemies with benefits. I was eager to see where their relationship was going to lead. I continue to flip through my phone as I read the story. I was so engrossed with the story that I didn't realize how much time had passed. I was disturbed by the sound of a knock at the door.

After resting for a while, they walked around and saw a bookstore which they both agreed to enter. She was reading the back of Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen when Jacob asked her. “What do you say let’s read horror books? Like the ones we watched today?” “Eh? I’m scared. You go read first, then give me a summary, then I’ll decide. Haha!” “Roger!” as he picked The Dunwich Horror and Others by H.P. Lovecraft and IT by Stephen King. They finished book shopping, it was around three in the afternoon when Jacob invited her to go somewhere else.

I fell asleep after several minutes. The next day, I decided to head into a few stores with Jenny. Just to get away from the mansion and have some great company. Something to distract myself from the troubles inside my brain. Jenny and I headed into a book store and we looked around. We both enjoyed reading all sorts of books. Reading something can make you forget about the world around you for a moment and some books can even make you feel like you’re in whatever world is created inside the book. Reading romance and comedy are my favorite, but once in a while, a good mystery is good to read too. I was busy reading the back of a book from an author that I never heard of before while Jenny w

"What are you reading? Besides the textbook." The change in subject threw me. "Um, I just finished The Stand by Stephen King." His eyes lit up. "The Stand? That's over a thousand pages. You actually finished it?" "I've read it three times," I admitted. "Three times?" He looked genuinely impressed. "Most people won't even read it once because of the length." "The length is part of the appeal," I said, feeling slightly more confident talking about books. "You get to live in that world for longer, get to know the characters so deeply. It's like being part of something bigger than yourself."

Afrah didn't bother to ask how he knew her shoe size. While he worked, Afrah engrossed herself in her book. While her body remained in the hotel suite, her mind was riding a horse through the hills of Scotland with Micheal Stirling - Kilmartin, rather - and Francesca Bridgerton-Stirling. Though she was dry, the rain which was beating on their backs felt like it was trickling down her own back as well. That was the beauty of reading; it was like watching a movie in one's head. When He Was Wicked was the first book Afrah had fallen in love with, and she read it nearly twice every year. Julia Quinn held a dear spot in her heart, though Danielle Steel and J.K. Rowling held their own special spo

“I prefer reading non-fiction in my free time. Most recently, I read Sapiens, by Yuval Noah Harari, which is a history of humans and their social structures. I intend to read the sequel, Homo Deus, next.” “Sounds enthralling,” Andre muttered, rolling his eyes for my benefit. “I assure you it was.” The bartender smoothly replaced the empty margarita pitcher with a fresh one, placing an empty glass in front of Roman. The Englishman nodded his head in thanks. “We read each other’s favorite books,” I explained. “Andre’s is Red Storm Rising.” “By that military tosser Tom Clancy?” Roman scoffed haughtily. “His books are overly stuffed with bollocks acronyms and officer jargon. It’s the rare case w