Novel & Cerita For My Derelict Favorite Novel

I should be ashamed of myself. As the morning hours passed, I successfully shook the ugly dream from my head. Instead, I focused on the work. I wasn't able to find anything suspicious about Alexei's operations. Yes, the mutts were treated poorly by him and his subordinates, but who cared? I certainly didn't. Right? "Mom." I softened when entering the library, finding my mom in her favorite armchair with a book in her hand. Love & War by Scribble Nook. A collection of short stories by multiple authors. She enjoyed all that action and romance.

Nico stops himself like he's sure I know the rest of the sentence. My insides twist with annoyance, but I sit still. I don't utter a word, my eyes returning to the novel I have in hand. I love reading about crime novels, especially the ones from KD Fick, my favorite author. It's my escape from the recurring images of Theron's touch and this sick place I've found myself in. Despite having my head buried in a book, I can feel Nico's gaze burning into my skin, his presence makes me uncomfortable. I roll my eyes, lowering the book, “Don't you have to use the toilet or something?”

She dug the novel out from beneath a stack of correspondence she'd been using to bury it, dust gathering faintly along its spine, and sat with it open in her lap for the first time in nearly two weeks. *The Villainess's Ruin.* She'd read it once, in her old life, curled up with tea gone cold beside her, treating it as nothing more than pleasant escapism before bed. She read it now with an entirely different kind of attention, searching each page for anything she might have skimmed past the first time, anything that might connect, however loosely, to a name like Renshaw.

Good day, you all. One of my favorite people (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠). Like I had mentioned before in my previous author note (if you actually read it (⁠θ⁠‿⁠θ⁠)). I wrote that a new book, an obsessive werewolf romance book, might come out later on. But, guess what? The book is already published here in Goodnovel, and is titled, "The Mate He Never Expected: His Crazy Obsession".

The emperor gives her the title of the kind saint and becomes engaged to the crown prince. Cliché story. Elise continues to read and the novel surprisingly has lots of genre. It was tiring to read and every chapter was composed of annoying scenes. Elise never thought that she would finish the book in a day. She feels drowsy after reading The End, even though she was hungry and wanted to eat but her eyes became sleepier. In her consciousness a golden light from the book shines brightly and takes Elise's soul away from her body. --

At the bottom of the shelf, though, were a handful of romance novels—in English, no less. I pulled out a historical romance by a favorite author of mine. I hadn’t read this one, and I’d already finished the one romance I’d brought with me. I was a total bore and preferred to read printed books still. Probably because they smelled nice. If e-readers could let out a puff of new-book scent, though, I’d buy one in a heartbeat. “The Seduction of Miss Emily Morris,” Olivier read over my shoulder. “That rather gives the plot away, no?”

she turned away from me again, running her fingers down the spines of a few water-warped novels. You. "The one behind my desk," I answered. "It's my favorite." Evelyn looked over my desk at the worn down novel, the years and years of use made it delicate. She stroked a gentle finger over the cover. "It looks well-loved." "Do you have a favorite book, Evelyn?" I asked, leaning back at the table, our dirty dishes stacked neatly, ready for a cabin boy to take them away in the morning. She glanced at me from over her shoulder, a smile pulling on the corners of her lips. A devious smirk that screamed indignance. "I do. It's called, 'The Art of Profanity'."

For a moment, I savored the quiet escape from the whirlwind outside. "Hmm," I began, swirling the glass in my hands. "Let's see... I belt out questionable tunes in the shower, prefer quiet nights with a book to these," I gestured around, "and this Friday night attire is definitely out of character." "Books?" His tone was genuinely curious, not the feigned interest I’d come to expect from most. "Any favorites?" "Jane Eyre," I replied without hesitation. "There’s something timeless about a woman's quest for love and autonomy."

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FLASHBACK SMP NUSANTARA 01. Key was in the second grade at that time, she was a smart student. And just like other smart students who spend their break time in class with books, so does Key. Not that Key is pretentious to join in and keep quiet in class. But it is because Key likes to read. Like this time, Key was reading the popular novel of his day. A novel by one of his favorite authors. TERE LIYE, the writer whose real name is Dervish, is one of her favorites.