Fiction Books About Travel Novels & Stories

I couldn't leave this behind. Okay, what else? I never travel before. This will be my first time. Then I remember a book that I borrow from the Library. It's about travelling to human's teritory that I already read for these past few months. I pack it back along with my other things and now I'm ready.

I feel my whole body relax like it only does when she's close. "You don't need to be embarrassed about reading dirty books. I've been doing it for years." she says and my head pops up and I stare at her to determine how serious she is. But I don't sense even hint of joking. How interesting. "Really? What kind of books do you like?" I ask and watch with fascination as an adorable blush creeps up her face. "Um... mostly small town romance. Single dad, friends to lovers, next door neighbors, things like that." she says a little shyly making me chuckle.

Silence welcomed me as I step inside the library. Only five students were sitting separately. I head into the corner, looking for some interesting story. Especially, the fantasy genre I missed reading. I passed into the history section and there's one book makes my feet step back. Traveling To The Other Dimension Why is it placed in the history section? I slowly take the book out from the shelf. I gasp as I saw the amazing book cover which seems to be interesting to read. I was about to open it when someone grabs it from my hands.

Kays laughs, and I settle comfortably against his chest and begin my story: “Evening fatigue settles on the shoulders like an unbearable weight. Gently swaying, and unpleasantly jolting over potholes, the passengers in the overcrowded minibus sat in gloomy silence, counting the stops until theirs…” _________ Thank you to everyone who read my book. I’m truly grateful to you all. If you enjoyed this story, please join me in reading the second book set in this world. It’s Fisa’s story and is titled When Fate Changes Plans.

The novel lay open under her hands-wet, crumpled, dog‑eared. He looked at it, then at her. He pulled the book free with one hand, and his own wet fingers brushed between her thighs again, smart with urgency. "One more time?" he rasped. Claire stared at him-ache behind her eyes, voice hoarse. "Yes," she finally breathed. "One more time." He kissed her, deep and rough. Closed the book with his other hand-cover snapping shut with authority. She rode him one more time, skin slick, body trembling, pulses crashing as she came again-slow, powerful, echoing under the hush of books. Rowan groaned and came with her, feeding her tight until he fell forward, forearm over her back, his breath ragged.

I wandered through the compound until I found myself in the library, as usual. I browsed the shelves for a while before pulling out a thick book about the northern territories. The book was old, the pages yellowed and crinkled with age, but the hand-drawn illustrations were still beautiful. I got comfortable in one of the chairs near a window and began to read. Most of the content was about trade routes and pack histories, but one chapter caught my attention. It described the far northern mountains—the ones beyond the Thornwood, where no one ever set foot.

[katalina] I’m with Hunter now. We’re taking the route back home. My body is aching like I’ve been hazed by a fraternity. On our way home, Hunter was so serious on the road. He won’t believe me when I confessed that Bernard was just a fictional character in the book I was reading before. He didn’t know about my past. Nor he deserves to know. Of course, prior to I became a researcher and writer in one, reading pocket novels are my pastime. It helps me to escape the cruel world.

Calliope guided me upstairs. My opinion of Mr. Fernandez changed when I saw his bedroom. Though the walls were still so boring, no painting, photos or whatsoever, my heart was overwhelmed with joy when I saw shelves with plenty of books. I loved books so much, and I enjoyed reading them, especially about history. I scanned the titles, they were futuristic books. About space ships, galaxies, planets, and robots. There were also about travel, history, documentaries, philosophies and finance. I could tell that he was an intelligent man according to his book preferences.

I decided to sit down and read it. As I read, I was transported to another world. The book was a travelogue of a young woman's adventures in the A****n rainforest. She described the sights, sounds, and smells of the jungle with such vivid detail that I felt like I was right there with her. I was so engrossed in the story that I didn't even realize how much time had passed.

“Well, I really want to write literary fiction novels, but it's hard to make a living at it. So mostly I write books based on my travels to Asia.” “Books for tourists?” “Oh, no. Not at all. More… sociological studies.” He blinked at her. Hmmm. She’s brainy. And oddly, it makes her hotter.