I Love To Read Novels & Stories

Other than my bestie, April of course. I can see the woodland straight in front of me and a lake, it’s serene and tranquil. Perfect for sitting on the deck and reading a book. I’m a huge book nerd and at the moment I’m in my classical era and currently reading Anna Karenina. One of my all-time favorites but it is an epic.

I wanted him to get back his life so I can go live mine. Feeling bored, I slid into my book and off my E-library. I might be a high school dropout but I knew how to read and I loved to read. Especially romance books. I clicked on a book and started reading. “Oh giving it to the manwhore, I’ve read it, Melissa died.” Mona suddenly said, peering into my phone. I glanced at her, surprised that she seemed to like reading romance books too. I thought an Iron Lady like her might only like reading horror, action or crime based books

he watches my arms tremble with anger. I glare at him. "Stop being so damn bipolar. Pick up your fucking mess. I'm going back upstairs and I'll read a book or something." I grumble, turning on my heels and going back from where I had come from. ***** After an hour of reading an interesting novel, I shut the book and skim my fingers over the cover. Classic books and poems have always been my thing, but some of them are extremely hard to read. Shakespeare is my all time favorite author. Although he writes tragedies, and darkness, I absolutely adore the way he tells a tale. Each and every word of his wraps around your heart and tugs on a string. He brings so much emotion into what he writes.

I just sighed heavily. I also went upstairs to read. I really like reading some novels especially Romance genre. It feels real and my imagination is really working when I'm reading those scenes that I like. I imagined that I am the main character and wished that I have a happy ending with my partner. But most especially, the lessons of life.

I sat on the floor to read when sleep came to take over, I get so tired quickly, I have to work tomorrow. "Pls Mommy, don't do this! I can't eat it" I cried. It was the day I was forced to eat my vomit by Lisa, The nightmare continued...

Diana The gentle rustle of pages fills the air as I lose myself in yet another book. Over the past few days, I've discovered a newfound love for reading, devouring the volumes Dominicus gifted me with an insatiable appetite for knowledge. Who would have thought that I, once barely literate, would find such joy in the written word?

Not that I give a fuck anyways. I decided to pick up a book just to kill some time before I go ahead and sleep. I've been getting really interested in reading stories, it used to be my favorite hobby while I was a child but then I ran out of time to actually read my favorite books. Lately I've been getting more free time so I can finally pick up my long lost hobby again.

If there is one thing I wish for right now, it is LOVE. True love. Because I believe true love brings fulfillment and happiness. It gives you a sense of tranquility and it brings smiles to your face. Apart from the fact that reading keeps me busy and away from boredom, this is why I love reading. Feeling like a classic businesswoman, I lean forward to take the glass cup to sip on again when I hear the knock on the door. I almost spill the content of the wine on my sleepwear because of how I was in a rush to drop the glass cup back on the coffee table and drop my crossed legs in a hurry.

Normal, there was that word again. I sighed, standing up and walking over to my bookshelf before grabbing a novel and curling up on my bed with it. Reading was one of my favorite pastimes because it allowed me to step into the shoes of heroes and strong lead characters so that I could at least pretend for a few hours that I was normal or even extraordinary.

This man was difficult to read. “I’m not sure if I’d call myself a loner. I love to read.” I mentally sighed after the words left my mouth, realizing that I’d yet again given an example of something I do alone. “But I’m excellent at writing book summarizations.” We stared at each other in thick silence and I could almost hear the thundering of my own heart.