I Need A Book To Read Novels & Stories

But right now I am reading a spectacular book called ‘Unwanted mafia king’ it's very interesting, and I highly recommend it. Flipping onto the next page, I heard a knock on the door. Oh lord! Who is that annoying person that wants to disturb me right now? I absolutely hate it when I’m reading a novel and someone comes to distract me- like hello- I am busy. If it’s possible I would just hide behind the moon and read as many books as I want without any distractions. There goes the knock again and I took a sip of my coffee and gently kept it on the table not wanting to

"It's just that it's a lot of information and I need a certain amount of time to understand it all, beyond just reading..." ************ Note: Don't forget to like, comment and share the book! This really helps it grow on the platform

In my case, I read them carefully and dramatically, line by line, including the footnotes and reader's reviews, and I still end up binge-reading more than ten until the evening. I borrow Alex's bicycle and pedal downtown to check out the library stores I have been eyeing on the past days. There are two bookstores I have been seeing so far, and I will be more than glad if they have interesting non-fiction books to offer. I think I am craving of history and social knowledge these days.

Learn how to hide and protect yourselves, you idiots. I kept on flipping the book, finding something that seems so interesting. I love reading so maybe I can just read for now even if it'll just end up worthless. I have nothing to do anyway. I'll just continue my hunt to that bastard the moment the sun rises tomorrow. I really love reading books about history and maybe this will help me with my boredom and give me a lot of energy for my battle tomorrow. I read some pages till my eyes landed on an illustration which seems to be erased now if I'll touch it. It has something written in it but it's already blurry. It's visible how many years it has already passed.

I ask him. “Well, I have not read the Twisted series, I heard it was really good book to read, that was why I recommended it to you. I can read the books with you, is that cool?” he asks me. I smile, happy that I will have someone to discuss the books with as I finish them, which is every reader’s dream.

"I'm gonna stay in all day, have my lazy day and read an emotional book. Suggestion?" "Try the book thief. I love that book." I checked my W******p messages, and my thumb stuck on Dhruv's one. From two months, he hadn't called me and whenever I would call, he wouldn't pick up. Had I done something to disappoint him? Was he angry with me? But at least a conversation would have sufficed. "It's on?"

But I know that book is just a kindergarten book where parents read their child before bed. My parents never did that. I never experienced it from anyone. I can read anyway. Why bother asking someone to read for me? I got irritated and just closed the windows and curtains. I went to the mansion's library, and I was always got surprised by its massiveness. I go here every day, but I can help to stare in awe. I love reading books about doctors and surgeons. Even books about murders and mayhems. Crimes and killers, psychological thrillers as well.

“Since you’re back, are you going to pick the next book?” I blinked. “Me?” “Of course,” she said, smiling. “You’ve been gone. You deserve the honor.” Everyone nodded expectantly. I looked down at the stack of books on the table, my fingers brushing across their covers. My hand paused on a novel about love, identity and societal expectations. This book will give them a glimpse of what I passed through during my absence. I smiled softly. “How about this one?” Brent groaned. “Oh no, not another depressing tragedy. Can’t we read something with a hopeful romance?”

It was a moment of pure, unadulterated emotion. I picked up a book, hoping it would help calm my mind. As I opened the cover, I found myself drawn into the world of the story. The pages seemed to fly by, and before I knew it, hours had passed. I was lost in the pages of the book, transported to another place and time. It was a welcome escape from the chaos of my thoughts.

I needed to rest. I walked over to the bed and picked up the book that had been sitting on my nightstand for days. Maybe reading would help. Maybe I could lose myself in the pages, forget about everything for a while. I curled up on the bed, pulling the covers over me as I opened the book.