How Do You Spell I Read A Book Novels & Stories

She continued flipping to the next page. “Well you had better not let the book take up all of your time. You know we still have chores to carry out.” “Whatever,” she replied playfully with an eyeroll. Now she sat cross-legged on the bed, eyes sparkling as she read aloud, her voice stumbling over a few words but never losing its eagerness. “‘The knight… rode into the… the dark forest,’” she sounded the words carefully, lips moving slowly as she traced the lines with her finger. “He wasn’t… afraid, even though the trees were… whispering secrets.”

Growling I sit up then hold the book "What's your problem, I know you're not fake so why are you hiding " " am not" The moment the book spoke I quickly let it go but it didn't fall off my hand, it remained in the air. " you..... just.... speak" stammer I crawl backward on the bed "How is a book speaking" " what do you expect lady, you have been making so much noise am forced to wake up "Two eyes open, a mouth shape forms then a nose, the book blinks then exhales loudly " It feels great to be awake again, I thought they are no more innocent women for me to eat "

Melissa whispered a thought to me and then I shared it with Mary. “Do you know where I can get a spell book?”

"Yes, it is not impossible." She let out a sigh of obvious frustration and made her way to our shelves of books. Curiously, I watched her search for a book and I waited patiently for her to find it and show it to me. Giving me a corny look, she dropped the dusty book on my lap with a loud thud. "What is this?" I asked in amusement, running my fingers on the letters engraved on the book cover. It clearly stated that the book was for toddlers. "There is a spell in there that will quicken your learning and you will become with whatever Latin speaker you wish to be before midnight," she responded, walking towards the door.

“Not to drown in our worst stories.” Her mouth ghosts a humorless curve. “You chose the book to read.” “And you pointed to it,” I counter. I angle the page as I take her forefinger, and guide it to the title. Her skin is warm, calloused faintly from work. I trace with her, slow and deliberate. “S,” I say. “Curve to spine, then a tail. ‘Ssss.’ Like a hiss.” “S,” she echoes, breath feathering my wrist.

"I don't know how to even fucking read.” I bit down in my lip, my mind running with words I could give that'd convince him. "Well, it's not really just a book,” I said, lifting the book back up. "This is a magic spell book that grants all your fucking wishes. You don't even have to read from it. Just open and say whatever the fuck it is that you want, and it magically gives that to you.” Stan arched a brow. "And why haven't you used it to get you some food?”

I arched an eyebrow, intrigued. “Sorry, dear, I can’t read this language, so I’m literally pulling the words from the book and converting them into the witches’ Theban alphabet.” The magic flowed through the room, releasing a dusty scent that made me sneeze. “Don’t blame my spell—the servants could have at least cleaned the books before bringing them.” “True.” I sighed thoughtfully. “I’d like to speak with the maid who helped me read. Her voice sounds so kind in my memory… She felt more like a friend.”

I'm sorry if it gave you a hard time reading the book. XOXO.

She grabbed a thick book and pulled it off the shelf before returning to her seat. She placed the book on the coffee table in front of me so I could see it. My eyes widened when I saw the gorgeous purple and white designs on the book with dark purple lettering that read: Spell Book. “A spell book?” I gasped, running my fingers down the front cover. “Is this real?” She nodded.

I just thought in my mind that if I am really with her how much happy she could be because if sitting with her makes her that happy. She then told me that she really really missed me, and I told her "I am right here in front of you, why are you missing me?", and she told me "Yaar, I am stilling missing you, this is very awkward", and I told her that "Don't worry I am here with you always!", we just sat there and talked all the time. I told her that I used to write notes about how I felt each day and she asked me if she could read them, and I made her read one of the note that I wrote on the day of the COA exam, and she was really overwhelmed after reading that, she even said "I love you" and