Homestuck Reading Novels & Stories

Like, I don't know how to do it😂 I've never read it before, so, I think you understand me now😭😂I'm sure the last two paragraphs were terrible af😔buttt, I'm trying my best 😂Just accept me like that, I'm not a romantic soul😂🤲🏾Anyway, there's only one more chapter left till the epilogue🤩 Stay glued to your phones😂 Love you guys🦋♥️

I tossed it back into the drawer and chose the other by default. "The beginning of the end" I read out from the cover, then paused it think about it for a second "Hmm...interesting" I said, flipping through to the first chapter. Uninterrupted, I finished the first chapter in minutes but somewhere in the middle of the second, Caleb brought me dinner. I ate to my fill and lay down supine, meditating on the unfolding storyline.

Not a downpour — just that steady, cleansing kind of rain that makes the world smell like beginnings. River typed the first sentence. I typed the second. It wasn’t about Rachel. Or Ava. Or even the past. It was a love story. But not just about us. It was about finding home after being lost. About rebuilding after the wreckage. About choosing each other in the quiet moments. At one point, River paused and turned to me. “Do you think people will read it?” I smiled. “I think the right people already are.” Ava – POV I closed the bookshop early one afternoon and drove out to the retreat. It had taken me months to find the courage. But Rachel’s name was still on the mailbox, still carved into the

“Why can I not read? When I became your friend, I read too, and with Lucy—” Edmund was about to say something when Morgan interrupted, "Yea, yea, when you first found out about Lucy, you turned my entire damn apartment into a giant library, and trust me on this, Jimmy and Charlie, no one is willing to take those books even for free, and if I say I have thousands of books about how to be a good big brother, I have a whole unique collection in my apartment, and now, I started seeing those books again, and this time they are in smaller numbers but—" Morgan was about to say something when Edmund interrupted him.

They stood in the hallway of the apartment that was theirs, with the books on the north wall shelves and the second desk and the field guide and the scarf in the drawer and all of it accumulated around them, eighteen months of it, and Daniel turned on the lights — not because it was dark, but because the gesture felt right, the apartment receiving them in its full illumination — and looked at Adrian looking at the apartment the way he had looked at it from the beginning: with the recognition of the right place. "We're home," Daniel said. Adrian looked at him. The full expression. Everything. "We're home," he said. End of Chapter Sixty-Five

And if he wants us to start it today, I still haven’t read the materials anyway so how am I going to add ideas and parts for equal loads? “Uhm, I am kinda free but I am already inside my unit. I don’t have any class this afternoon that is why I went home early.” I said while playing the thread of this throw pillow that I am using. “Why? Do you want us to start it today? But Alaric, I honestly haven’t started reading the book until now.” “It’s fine though. I can lend you the book as well, the one we’ve borrowed from the library before since I have read the whole book alre—“

I was alive! I turned around and took a look at the electronic clock on my bedside table. The time and date shown told me that only two hours had passed since I accepted the transmigration mission. On my desk was a tab. The screen lit up and showed the homepage of a story app. At the top of the homepage was a book. It was titled “The Return Of The Real Heiress: My Fiance Stole A Heart For Me.” I took a sip of water. As it slid down my throat, the dryness faded.

He barely got any meat served at the dinner table. Later, Lorelei didn’t hide from Roddy that she was going on blind dates. She had a goal in mind, and that was targeting men who owned property, cars, and money. The unemployed man in her apartment became an eyesore. Rubby was kicked to the curb. My heart didn’t stir even for a second. If anything, I was amused. Ruddy made his bed, now he should lie in it. He threw away his marriage to uphold his so-called kindness and charity.

Her stomach growled but she ignored it, knowing that there was no way he would send food to her that day, she’d better start getting used to going hours or days without food. Phoebe climbed up to her bed, and a soft moan escaped her lips as her back kissed the dressings that caressed her refreshed skin. She turned to the back of the book, and read the synopsis. Satisfied with what she’d read, she turned to the first page and began to read, inhaling the rusty smell of the book in delight. But she hadn't read up to two lines when Lucas pushed the door open.

“Guess I’ll wait to read all about it in your book? How is it coming up?” She shrugged slightly. “I don’t know if I can meet the late August deadline. Every time we go to Pennhurst, I come back home with three more chapters in mind.” He nodded, blinking a couple of times. “Just stick to what really matters,” he said, tilting his head like pointing at me. “It’s not an essay about a whole species, but the story of two creatures that changed each other through love, despite their opposite natures, and how far they’re willing to go for each other.”