Novel & Cerita I Like Books

He was calling for help. Leaving me, he threw books from the bookshelf. All the book fell on me, on the woman who looked like me. She covered me like she was a mama bear. "My baby?" The woman cried and held me like I am her life. "He loves you." She said. Hearing these words disgust me. I emptied my stomach on her lap. She didn't run away. She took it and helped me to stand. We walked to the bathroom and I cleared my stomach completely.

I came for the first time in my life. Kagaya nga ng sinabi ko hindi ako inosente at marami akong alam. Reading books is one of my past time and there are book themes for that kind of escapade. Erotica as we all know. However, I never touch myself even though my body is responding in the same way the characters in the book is feeling. Hindi ko alam na masarap pala ito sa pakiramdam. Maybe because I'm doing it with the person I like...love.

Untіl thеn, I ѕіt and thіnk аnd wonder. I thоught not wоrkіng would drіvе mе crazy wіth bоrеdоm, but I lіkе thе peace аnd ԛuіеt. I like thаt I can juѕt read аnd gо оnlіnе. I’vе dоwnlоаdеd ѕоmе good bооkѕ lately. I love reading those juісу, old fаѕhіоnеd romances.

Going to the movies with Liam this morning was such huge fun, I love Disney movies and doubt I’ll ever grow out of it. Idly, I scroll through TikTok then jump over to YouTube to catch up on some of my favorite book bloggers and see what they’ve been reading this month. A couple of books I haven’t read look good. Grabbing my journal and pen, I start to make notes so I don’t forget which ones I want to buy.

It is Divergent, insurgent, and Allegiant first edition series, the notebook, The fault in our stars, and Shakespeare books. "I didn't know what kind of books you like, so I just picked the ones I think you might love"a voice startled me, and I placed my hand over my chest. "You scared me, " "Sorry," there is a dark grey wardrobe just behind the door. And a matt on the floor, a white round table at the corner. "It's fine really, I think I will read them. It's been a while since I have read an addictive book, maybe I will find one in these books. Who knows"I shrug, and sit on the bed.

"No. It's fine. Take it. And when you're done, come back and pick another one. Or stay here and read if you prefer." "Thank you." "Why do you like these kinds of books?" He handed it back to me. I thought about lying but something about the way he was looking at me made me want to tell the truth. Or at least part of it. "I like stories where people choose their own path. Where they're not trapped by circumstances or fate. Where they get to decide who they want to be." He studied me for a long moment. "What other kinds of books do you like?" "History. Adventure. Mysteries. Anything really."

Amazing, what is a better way to distract yourself than reading some dark romance books filled with smut. I got in the library and instantly felt a bit calm. Grabbing my favourite four books I got seated in a cosy comfortable corner, and started reading. An hour later I closed the fourth book in my hands as I groaned frustratingly. For god sake what's wrong with me? I couldn't even read a single book completely. I tried to read them for fifteen minutes and then put them aside while picking up another book. All of these books are my fucking comfort favourite books that I have re-read for so many times. The books whose MMC are my, to heart, book boyfriends.

He shrugged and I nodded. We started walking and looking around at the same time. As we walk, I saw a shop with books in it. I haven't read any book in quite a while, except from w*****d so I dragged him in. We shuffled around, searching for books. I'm not really a fan of huge books. I like the medium size more and most of the books I take, depends on the name. As long as it sounds interesting, I like it. The store has nothing interesting so we went out.

It's too late". * Did I mention that I'm a devoted reader? No? Perhaps this is one of the explanations for why I "found" myself in writing, even though I am passionate about numbers. I love reading, everything, especially novels and science fiction. But this is not a passion understood by everyone, and in a discussion with a co-worker, this text came up. He hates books and I've thought him a bit psycho ever since. Letter to the insane (by books) "There are people who will never understand. And as they say nowadays, in a fad, "it's okay" because, in fact, no one is obliged. Neither to understand nor to like. I'm talking about these crazy people, in love with books.

I didn't like to think of people being mean to Ivy. Most of the photos she was reading in them so I looked at the names of the books that she was reading. It seemed that she liked the classics. I wonder which ones she doesn't have. That was my mission. To find out which books she doesn't have and to see where I can get them from if they are hard to find. I knew that I could find them. And I would. I would do anything for Ivy.