How Do You Spell I Read A Book Novels & Stories

she mumbled before diverting her gaze back to her book, “Who would believe such nonsense.” I sighed from her stubbornness before beaming my eyes at the book she’s reading. I narrowed my gaze, scanning it. I can’t actually make a word from the funny calligraphy of the cove--- No wait, it isn’t the calligraphy; it is another LANGUAGE. “He---hey!” I boomed, pointing at it, “You could actually read that, right?”

“So, you can’t read.” “No,” I shook my head. “I can.” “You’re stubborn.” “You’re condescending,” I countered. He paused to stare at me. “That’s a big word. Think you can spell it?” “Fuck you,” I turned over to the book I was reading and buried my face in it. Of course, I couldn’t spell ‘condescending’. I had only heard my father use it and got its context from somewhere else. Heck, I couldn’t spell words half that size.

“Have you read any of these?” “All of them.” “I wish I could read all the time. I’m more like a book collector. I buy books, stack them on my racks, and never really read them. When I do, I use forever to complete a book,” I explained , feeling a bit ashamed. “But I still like to be addressed as an avid reader. Does that make sense?” “Well…” Viola trailed off, and that was when I heard her paint brush crashing to the ground. “My stomach.”

The room felt warmer somehow, though neither of us had moved closer. I turned the page. “Fine. No nicknames. Yet.” His shoulders dropped a fraction. Relief. He didn’t want the kind that made him feel human. I lifted the book. “Are you sure you want me to read this? It’s kind of boring.” “I want to hear you.” Something hot coiled in the pit of my stomach. I cleared my throat and focused on the words. I read the first paragraph slowly, letting the cadence settle. My voice filled the room, soft and even, just above the quiet of the storm. Mikhail closed his eyes like he was letting the sound sink into him.

I flip through the pages and the words make no sense to me. They look strange. I squint my eyes, trying to read the elegant calligraphy but no matter how hard I try, I can't seem to understand. With a groan, I knock it close. That catches Leo's attention as he twists his body to face me. “What is it?” he asks, his tender gaze catching me off guard. I lower my gaze as I feel heat spreading through me. “I can't read the words,” I mutter sheepishly, almost ashamed. Leonidas’s expression softens, Instead of laughing or dismissing me, he reaches out slowly, grabs the book and reads through the words.

Vincent spoke, his Royal tone was laced with command. “Read this book carefully. You’ll get all of your answers!"

How will she ever find the spell she needs in this abundance of books? “Similarly to how I can read your minds, these books can read mine. The book I seek shall come to me.” She closes her eyes, seemingly deep in thought. A book slowly rises, floating towards us. It gently falls into her hands, before opening itself and flipping to a specific page. Wow. ”Alright, this looks fairly simple.” She closes the book and turns to us. “Converterent Alica, averta pars amantes” ... ”Did it work?” Nope.

I was speechless. 'Ah, I forgot about that.' The book I was reading was called 《The Male Lead's Lover》. It was a story filled with crappy cliché, and I also don’t know what I ate to read that kind of book. Maybe I was momentarily out of my mind and bought that book in the bookstore, or maybe I was asleep as I picked that book on the shelf.

We didn't have this back in the my pack but my uncle always got me books to read. Eager to explore, I set off down the aisles, my fingers grazing the spines of countless books. Each one seemed to whisper its secrets to me, beckoning me further into the labyrinth of knowledge. I couldn't contain my excitement as I selected my first book, feeling its rough texture beneath my fingertips. I found a comfortable spot in a cozy nook, nestled among the towering shelves, and began to lose myself in the words.

The last thing was to cast the name of the spell, which would ultimately lead it to what it was supposed to do. "That was a lousy explanation…" he commented afterward. "I just got it from the book!" I retorted. He only ignored me and spoke. "Try doing it like this," he leaned closer to whisper in my ear. "First, you have to… Then, the water… After that,… Finally, just follow what the book told you and cast the spell. Understood?" I scratched my head after listening to his explanation. What are molecules? Nevertheless, I answered, "I did, but how would I be able to know if you're telling the truth?"