Heavy Readers Novels & Stories

Her question was directed at Ryder. "What? Am I always the problem?" He said, completely taken aback by her question. "Anyway, he's in love." "In love?" My sister looked at me with raised eyebrows. "I'm not in love. I'm just… " Ryder interrupted me before I could complete my sentence. "He is not just in love, he is obsessed with the girl, he doesn't even know her name," Ryder spoke. I walked around my desk and to Ryder. I smacked the back of his head hard. He practically jumped out of his seat as I made to smack him again.

𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆, 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒔 𝒂�

It was weird, but he knew that his parents were his parents. His mother had darker brown, almost black hair. His father had extremely dark hair as well. His brother matched their parents. Max was lighter. His hair was almost blonde though it was just light. It was really brown. His eyes were just plainly blue. Though as he got older and he was able to be more active with his training for the army, his muscle tone had changed. Though his longer arms had issues with the tone when he was younger, no matter how hard he tried to build them, now they were toned to the point his muscles were there and could be seen under his shirts. He never felt the need to show off his muscles or his body which w

A kind waiter helped me into the ambulance, yet my condition was far from good. After the examination, the doctor looked at me with a grim expression. "Please be prepared for the worst, ma'am." My head was spinning, but I forced myself to stay conscious as I burst into tears and pleaded, "My baby's already three months old. Please, I'm begging you, save him!" The doctor pondered for a moment before hesitantly responding, "If Dr. Clayton is here, he might be able to save your baby. He's the most renowned obstetrician. But he's difficult to reach unless you know someone influential who can introduce you."

Mena’ “Ugh” Why is it baking in here! Waking up from my sleep drenched in sweat. I try to kick the covers off,but can barely move because everything is sticking to me.Making my covers heavier in weight. I can’t even sit up It’s like I’m routed in place It has to be around 100 degrees right now.You would’ve thought It’s a furnace in our room how hot it is.Walls probably peeling get it together Mena starting to hyperventilate but after my panic subsided I try to gather what’s going on I don’t smell any smoke or see flames so it can’t be a fire so what’s happening right now

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Zev, why are you so hard to read? “I have to get my car at the club. Also, I have work at 8,” I said once we began eating. “Don't worry, I had it towed over here.” “Thanks,” I replied, focusing on the pancakes on my plate rather than someplace else. My eyes were becoming more sinful by the second as I lowered my eyes to his stomach, his muscles flexing at his every move. Why won't he just wear a shirt? For Pete's sake, I can't concentrate when he's half-naked!

He immediately got up to the cooking station to take over as I went down. I heard my boss fade in the background as I walked up in her direction. I tried buffing my chest up to look tough. I mean, who would mess with a seemingly tough guy, right? My physique is not that bad. I’m not scrawny. In fact, for my age, I’m quite bulky. I just wear loose shirts. Not to mention, my height. I’m pretty tall, six feet to be exact. I could pass for an adult already. I doubt she would mess with me.

A small locked medication safe she cannot crack in six minutes. She takes what she can. Not everything. Everything is greed. Greed is heavy. Heavy is slow. Slow is dead. The smoke thickens. LUS says, Exit recommended. "Bag half full." Exit strongly recommended. “Fine.” She grabs two more boxes, fine has always been a flexible word, then backs toward the door. A third dead body slams into the stockroom entrance from the shop floor, burning at one shoulder. Maya stares. "That's new." Combustion hazard.

“And he would be furious if he was given it. He has lived his life exactly as he wanted to live it. He has never followed medical advice. He smokes, drinks, loves the richest of foods and his sexual appetite was once legendary. He would tell you that childhood deprivation made him greedy for the luxuries but the reality is that Demis has never seen the need for temperance in any field and never, to my knowledge, considered any human being’s needs above his own.” Lara swallowed hard. “You’re describing a monster…” Quite spontaneously, Christophe laughed. “To you, perhaps, since you’re so restraint in all things. Everything neat and tidy, nothing unpredictable...” She dredged her startled gaze