Novel & Cerita Girls And Their Books!

They wandered through the aisles, running their fingers along spines that held countless worlds within their pages. Emily's eyes sparkled with excitement as she plucked a weathered book from the shelf. "Liam, look at this," she exclaimed, her voice filled with wonder. "It's a collection of love letters from different eras. Each page holds the raw emotions of someone's heart."

Two minutes later he entered to the library looking everywhere, when he spotted her he came closer. "Hey. " He said moving a chair backwards and sitting down while placing his backpack on the desk. "Hi. " "I hope you don't mind but i got ahead in the assignment. " He said placing a copy of the book "Pride And Prejudice" by Jane Austen on the desk. Its cover had a girl with brown short curly hair and wearing a pink long dress that resembled a night gown, and a bonnet in her head seated on a chair looking somewhere else. She was resting her chin on her left index finger while on her right hand she was holding what it seemed a piece of paper. The cover was attractive to Amy, who always wanted t

“Get out! See you tomorrow “ “Will text you, “Nana said and Left the school premises. ====================== Rachel stayed in front of the door contemplating whether to go in or not. She already called her mum and told her to come to pick her later. Her mom had taken Ariel home. She wanted to knock but realized that will just be weird. She finally entered and 10 pairs of eyes stared at her. She clutches her backpack wondering why she was Nervous. The reading room looked really beautiful. With different kinds of books and textbooks on a shelf. It was just like a library but the room has a board too. There are plastic chairs and a large table. There are a total of 10 students in the club. Six

Ew, disgusting! Ooh, does he want something from me to clean his nails with? Since they are boys, they must not have been provided with these things but I'm a girl, duh, so I am bound to have these types of things right? Gosh, I'm so smart. I was getting scared for nothing. "What's ya name, princess? We are going to have a lot of fun?" I don't understand why all of the boys laughed at the statement so I paid them no heed and ignored them searching for the nail clippers and filer in my bag.

“Wait!” Both girls turned in unison. Crissy was sprinting toward them, her designer loafers kicking up small puffs of dust on the path. Her luxurious leather bag bounced against her hip, and a thick hardcover book was clutched tightly in her left hand. Strands of her usually impeccable hair had escaped their clip, framing a flushed face as she fought to catch her breath.

A child who had been alone for so long that even his memory had begun to fade. Then something happened. Very quiet. Right behind them. A voice. Girly. Gentle. Maybe 12 years old. “Did you find my book?” Slowly everyone turned around. And there, in the middle of the room, there was a girl. Blasse dress. Dark hair. Big eyes. Not terrifying. Not ghostly. Just sad. Unbelievable sad. But when she saw the notebook in Aren's hands, for the first time a small one appeared

I was all alone on my desk, pretending to be deeply engrossed in the book I was reading. But in reality, I was eavesdropping on the girls behind me. The “HAS” girls, (Hot And Sexy). A blonde, a brunette, and a black, straight-haired. The typical mean girls gang. I always convinced myself that I hated them. But right now, I envy them. They wouldn't stop gushing about the expensive gifts they got from their boyfriends and I was boiling with jealousy and self-pity.

Her books scatter across the floor, the sound echoing like a gunshot. I freeze. Rhea drops to her knees, silently collecting her things, her head bowed. No one helps. The hallway is suddenly too quiet. Just the sound of pages flapping and cruel laughter. "Still pretending you belong here?" Fang-Girl sneers. "You don’t. Whatever charm spell you’re using won’t work on us." Is Rhea the only fae in the school? Damn. "I’m not using anything," Rhea says quietly. Another girl snatches one of her books and rips a page from it. "Oops."

Some peeled through the doors as Anna passed, their curious eyes filled with pity and silent warning. Not long,they reached a vast room lined with rows of wooden benches and tables. The air was thick with the scent of ink and paper. Nearly eighty girls sat squatting over their work, their fingers Illuminated only by the glow of a few scattered lamps. Their uniforms, once white were now faded, torn and patched with mismatched fabrics. The girls looked tired, their heads bent over frayed books as they did their assignments with dull pencils. The entire room felt heavy with silence, broken only by the occasional cough and the scratching of graphite against the paper.

The air in the library was thick with the scent of old books and the faint hum of fluorescent lights. Sadile Marconi, her fiery red hair cascading over her shoulders like a river of flames, sat at a secluded table, her green eyes darting between the pages of her textbook and the clock on the wall. The numbers seemed to mock her, ticking away the minutes until her next class, a class she was dangerously close to failing.