I Like To Read A Book Novels & Stories

Absolutely not. Furious that I left my phone, laptop, and speaker downstairs, I find myself with nothing to do. Do I have the patience for reading? No. Am I in the mood to read? Also no. Do I have anything else to do? Another no. Sighing deeply, I grab a book, plop down on the bed, and start reading my smutty novel. Smut is probably the last thing I should be reading right now, but it's the only thing available. And honestly, who doesn’t like smut?

My eyes widened at what he said, “So, you sleep here too?” He chuckled, “Yes. This library is like my second bedroom.” He smiled after that. He leaned back in his chair, and after a few seconds, he looked at me. “You, do you like reading books?” I stared at him for a minute before smiling and holding the book close to me. "I do love reading books. Because every time I read the stories inside them, it's like I go to a different place, and I feel happy. I don't know why. Maybe it's because... that's one of my ways to forget the life I have..."

I would greatly appreciate it. Also what is your favorite types of books to read? I have several Ideas and I would like to know if you are interested in fantasy, romance, teen romance. I need some input. Thanks!

I watched her gesture wildly as she explained that her favorite character was Nikolai even though she related more with Brandon. “…how do you know all these?” My eyes darted to the bookmark between the pages of the book. “You’re like in the middle of the book.” Her cheeks flushed as a giggle escaped her lips. “This is the tenth time I'm reading this.” “No way,” I gasped. “You wouldn't understand until you've read the book.” My nose scrunched up. “I don't like reading novels.” She gasped, placing a hand on her chest like I had offended her. “You should be jailed, in fact I'm making sure you read every book I have on my shelf.”

"Alright, hit me with your ideal day off. What makes it perfect for you?” A warm smile bloomed on my face as I drifted off in thought. Thousands of possibilities swirled - a hike in nature, a day at the museum, getting lost in a good book... Suddenly, a memory surfaced, vivid and clear. "Well," I began, leaning forward slightly, "when I was ten, I was utterly obsessed with books. I'd disappear into stories, practically living them. Dad used to chase me away from the dinner table because I'd be reading with a forkful of pasta halfway to my mouth!" A chuckle escaped my lips, the memory still bringing a smile. "Even now, there's nothing quite like getting lost in a captivating world."

I said. “Adea, you don’t like books. You love them. You read for hours at a time, you go to the library whenever you have any spare time, and you escape into the worlds written on the page as much as wolves get high on moony,” he says. “Moony?” I ask. “It‘s nothing. You’re not going to convince me that you don’t like to read. Either you choose the books you want, or I’m going to buy this entire section,” he says.

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“If you hate it so much, why read it?“ “Who said I hate it? I enjoy reading books where the main character is different from my personality. I think it’s no fun when I’m too similar to a character, it would be like I’m reading a story about myself, when I’m reading to escape the reality of my life.” Oh, he thinks deeply. Not expecting that from him, to be honest. I mean, it’s not that he looks dumb, but he just doesn’t look like the “smart, bookworm” type either.

"Thank you for letting me read your collection of books." This time Lexie was more used to it and she wasn't afraid at all as she walked down the stone steps to Rafe's room. She already knew exactly what was waiting for her down there. And now she felt really enthusiastic, instead of being frightened by the darkness that surrounded her before the lights around her flashed one by one. “I'm the only one who usually reads those books. Glad if someone else reads it too.” "What book do you like?" “I read all the books. Novels, books about business, books about autos, anything. At least I have to enrich myself with knowledge so that other people can't fool me.”

You deserve it. You know, I hated the idea of reading books. It felt boring and static. Well guess who is a book worm now. I still am on the ones you brought 6 months ago. I know you would have mouthed the words, slow reader. I agree I am slow but I feel I have to be, because I am a new reader. You know, I can liken reading a book to having a wizard’s broom. While reading, I have travelled to different places and felt a rush of different emotions. Books are magical. I now see what makes you stick your nose in them all the time.