Romans & histoires Hooked On Books

he called back, his voice warm as sunlight. The sound of the door clicking shut was the last thing I heard before sleep reclaimed me, pulling me back into its embrace. *** I found myself rummaging through a stack of books that likely belonged to Jacob from his university years. None of them were fiction. These were all about life lessons and self-improvement. Titles like Rich Mindset and Atomic Habits caught my eye, their well-worn spines suggesting they had been thoroughly read. But one title stood out above the rest, stopping me cold:

Something is suspicious about this. The last time I remembered, I stumbled upon a novel. It was an ad that I accidentally clicked which leads me to read chapter one. When I glanced at the book title, I got hooked. Well, who wouldn't get hooked if the title is ‘In the name of a psychopath.’ Because of that title, I immediately got hooked and read chapter one. While reading, I seemed to stumble upon the same name as mine. However, I didn't pay attention to it since it happened sometimes and she wasn't an important character anyway.

He shifts back; putting a seat between us and truly looking horrified. Bibah simply shakes her head at our childish shenanigans and takes a sip of her iced latte, metal straw clinking in the Hydro Flask. “The Awoo Book Club’s pick for this week is H.P Lovecraft.” She pats the voluminous book atop the pile and I notice it’s the library copy of H.P Lovecraft’s Omnibus 3. “I’m so excited to roast his ass.”

Because after all the declining I did, here I was at this stuffy nightclub, downing tequila shots like it was my Monday morning coffee. "And someone said they had no sorrows to drink away!" Heidi rolled her eyes next to me. I gave her a flat look. "Let me live a little." I slurred. "Yes yes..." She chuckled. Both of our attention fell on her phone, which was vibrating on top of her black glittered purse. It read, "Her Royal Devilishness." "Who's that?" I asked, hiccupping. "My mother-in-law." Heidi grinned at me before picking up the call. "Yes, Grace?"

I had always wished to get into his library, but he was always around to monitor my every move if I insisted that I wanted to use the library. Furthermore, I walked slowly as I pushed the door a little and got in as I smiled at the beautiful books which were carefully placed, just as my hands swayed through the books. Something caught my attention. It was a small hook that was hidden inside another book. It wasn't easily discovered except if the person was really observant. I looked closely again, staring at the book, as if I thought I wasn't deceived by my eyes. I raised my hands slowly and reached out for the book that was kept on the right-hand part of the shelf.

Only if their daughter had joined them. _____ (Thoughts) Not all the endings are happy, but are not sad either. Apparently, I wanted to show the three phases. One, when the mother dies giving the birth to a baby, two, when both are alive and the last, if the mother is saved but not the child. Although reactions vary from person to person and I only showed what I perceive. So that's the ending of HOOKED! This story did not had a cold arrogant and rude billionaire but a hot handsome, sweet and understanding lead. Someone who makes the heart flutter and cheeks blush, rather than just sending shivers down the spine.

They lingered behind us, and every two seconds, I would turn back and look to see if they were keeping up with us. "Oh, let them be, stop being such a worry wort, they're fine, nothing can happen to them." Abigail linked her arm in mine. "Don't think you can get out of this discussion about how you and Alex hooked up, I want all the deets." It was on the tip of my tongue to tell her we hadn't hooked up, but just as I opened my mouth to negate it, I closed it, because that's exactly what Alex and I had done. We had hooked up severally with no promise of any strings attached. No promise of tomorrow nor sticking together, come what may. We were just coasting and it hurt me to my bone marrow whe

“These novels from GoodNovel keep me sane from everything going on. And the stories on that site are really interesting. From page one, you wouldn’t even realize when you’ve reached page one hundred.” I shook my head helplessly. “How do you even get the books delivered?” “I subscribed to their membership. Every month, they send a delivery guy to bring one novel from my library.” “So what are you reading?” “Someone recommended this novel to me, ‘Bound to the Mafia’. And I kid you not, from page one, I’ve been hooked. I think you should read it too… you remind me of one of the characters.” “Mom! You know I don’t have time to read novels.”

The past week I really was a zombie, only getting through the things that I had to do without putting any effort into it. We stocked the front window together, putting the latest released books out. I definitely had more of a jump to my step, the orgasms definitely making me feel better. We sat at the front desk, drinking the remainder of our coffee, together and marking what we have received in the front computer. The door opens and a small redheaded girl walks in with James. "Oh hello, stranger," I say and get up from my seat. "Hello, beautiful," he replies back. He walks up to me and wraps his arms around me and gives me a hug.

Weeks passed like a blur, sited on the wooden long chair, cheerful loud disorder voices fills the dinning room. Bringing a small spoon of beans into my mouth swallowing it quickly. I try to concentrate on Emmanuel, his grinning sheepishly, mouth moving from side to side but his words don't register in my brain. Feeling restless and antsy, preoccupied with a nagging thought that keeps me up at night, for three weeks have cleaned the empty space never once catching a glimpse of him. Huffing out an annoyed breath, I shove more food down my throat.