I Read This Book Yesterday นิยาย & เรื่องราว

37-38) Based on the age rating system in China, Tencent chose to make their image look closer to children or teenagers when shaping the game characters of "King of Glory". At the same time, when designing some adult heroes, they also made their costumes look more conservative than the costumes in “Arena of Valor”. For example, in "King of Glory", Tencent had used a younger image to design the game character called DaJi. In history, it is said that DaJi was a beauty who was later married by the king of Shang Zhou as his wife. In the Ming Dynasty novel "Creation of the Gods", DaJi was manipulated and possessed by a thousand-year-old fox monster and was ordered by Nuwa（女娲） to disrupt the Shang

he called back, his voice warm as sunlight. The sound of the door clicking shut was the last thing I heard before sleep reclaimed me, pulling me back into its embrace. *** I found myself rummaging through a stack of books that likely belonged to Jacob from his university years. None of them were fiction. These were all about life lessons and self-improvement. Titles like Rich Mindset and Atomic Habits caught my eye, their well-worn spines suggesting they had been thoroughly read. But one title stood out above the rest, stopping me cold:

Three More Hours Later. Done, I told myself. I think that is enough for today's reading. I finished two books today in five hours. “Fear You” Book 2. I started Book 3 “Fear Us” Broken Love Series. I got two more to read again. I am so excited to read them over again. I thought with a cocky grin. But what I didn’t know is. How do they know they were my favorite books? What a strange one. They must have stalked me or asked someone that knows me well.

I woke up with a start, as my alarm went off. I sat there looking disoriented and confused. I grabbed my book and flipped to the page I was reading last night, I quickly slammed the book shut when I got to the part where the protagonist died. I always hated such an ending, but still, that doesn’t make me hate the book. I got ready in forty minutes, of which twenty minutes is to complete all my essential works and the rest is spent rummaging around my impossibly chaotic room for the things I needed. I have to clean it, I mentally add this to the list of thousand other things that I wish to do today that ought to have been done a week ago. Procrastination could be my middle name. I headed down

I responded. I walked to my bed when I accidentally stepped on something. I almost tripped and fell. Since I was in a pretty bad mood, I almost threw it out of the window in anger. Luckily, I caught sight of it just in time before I threw it out. It was the book that I was trying to read yesterday. It was pretty heavy that I decided to sit on my bed and placed the book on my lap. I traced the golden details of the book and it seemed to radiate life.

I'm just tired. "Ughh, piss off!" trying to find the alarm half asleep was no task for the faint of heart. Still feeling a bit miserable from the night before, of course, I'd forget to switch the alarm off. Refusing to open my eyes I sat up continued to search for my phone, accepting defeat I opened my eyes and saw my phone on the floor next to a book. Opening the covers I picked up my phone and the book only to find that it was the book I'd read the day before but how did it get here? Deciding it would be better not to ask questions or to even try to understand I placed the book on my nightstand and walked to open the curtains and make my bed.

I replied I didn't wait for his response before I climbed out of bed, then went to the bathroom to do my morning routine. When I was done, I proceeded to the dinning to get a quick meal before settling down to a book I had been on for the past two days. It was not that the book wasn’t interesting, rather, it was, each time I tried to read, something that would make me abandon my book until the next day always pops up. “I will read half of this book today and another half tomorrow and then next tomorrow, I will read the whole book within twenty-four hours” I reasoned silently

His way of dressing was always quite formal and I loved that. "And at the end what happened to the book that had you obsessed?" Isaac asked as he stretched out his feet. His honey-colored eyes protruded more in the sunlight. I smiled broadly. Isaac had the talent to put me in a good mood. "I received it yesterday afternoon, I couldn't wait to start reading it and so far I have not been disappointed." "However ... I was very disappointed in the last novel you recommended." I tucked a lock of my hair behind my ear and tried to remember everything I liked about the penultimate story I read.

“Right. So, are we gonna make a title right now?” “Wait, mind telling me what is that book you are reading?” He flash a little grin on his face before scratching the back of his ear. “It’s nothing. Just a book I wanted to read a long long time ago but I haven’t got the chance to find one in the bookstore.” I flip the cover page and saw the very familiar book cover so I chuckled. “You haven’t found one? Glad I bought one last Friday. My friend recommended it to me before!” “You read Looking for Alaska?”

"Alright. We'll get the marriage license first thing in the morning and hold the wedding in three days." He grabbed her hand and hurried off to find their IDs, completely missing the sly curve of Carolina's lips. Meanwhile, thousands of feet in the air, I lay on a private jet. Beside me, Carl was sleeping peacefully. Just moments ago, I was in the Sterling villa, my heart hollowed out completely, thinking my life was over. But I never expected that the message I had sent out would actually get a reply. A sudden commotion erupted outside my door. Several security guards cried out in pain before a dozen men burst into the room.