In Her Book Novels & Stories

she said not to make her more irritated. "It's great that you know! Anyway, here are some books that might help you with the antiques and others here, I highlighted everything for you!" she said and handle her over three books. She was amazed at how thoughtful Sheira was and it was unexpected from her, or she just didn't actually think that she was actually a nice person despite her being clingy and seductively with Blake. "Thank you, you're so nice," her eyes were glowing as she looked at Sheira who was putting on some red lipstick on her lips.

She was a beautiful woman with black wavy hair, her make up was done in perfection and her shirt which I could only see was a blue halter neck top had her skin looking flawless. "Is the content of the book in which my bitter ex daughter-in-law stated true? What do you think?" She questioned with an attitude and I scoffed in amusement continuing my exercise on the treadMill. "I really do not have thoughts. Everyone who has read or heard about the contents of this book are either triggered and seriously baffled, so…I ask again, are they true?" Phebian asked and Mrs King let out a breath loudly.

I don’t know for how long I stood there, gobsmacked, before she spoke again. “Is that all? If you’re done, I’d like to get back to my book. It’s fascinating, really. You should try it.” She picked up the book and showed me the cover. “It’ll blow your mind.” I didn’t need a book to blow my mind; her sudden calmness, poise, and qualities she never possessed before were beyond mind-blowing. What was she up to? She flashed the book at me again. “You don’t want to try it?”

She was looking for an interesting book among the hundreds of titles that filled the room's shelves until her eyes caught the presence of something that stunned her in disbelief. "How did you get here?"

Now, however, it was back to reality and I wasn't sure I could take it. "So are we clear about what's happening here?" she asked abruptly. I nodded. I felt like I was being scolded by some private school nun. "You know," she said, "I learned something a long time ago. It's a quote from a book I read while in college." She walked over to the bookshelf set deep in the ornamental wood behind her desk. "I still read it, one of my favorites." She shuffled for a moment before pulling out a leather bound book worn from handling, seemingly ancient. "It's not very popular, but an excellent read, especially when I come across someone like you." She flipped through some pages, sat back down and looked

When he doesn’t show any sign of leaving the place, she picks up the book and goes back to the bedroom. Sitting on the bed, she starts reading the book again. This is the last book that Noe Kyung-Hee returned to the library before she was murdered. The book feels familiar for some reasons. Has she read it before? Ahn Hana frowns. When did she read it? A memory of a soft dark voice emerges in her mind.

If she was asked about her view on black magic, she would have portrayed her disbelief in it. Even after His Grace told her about it, she doubted him but gave the face of believing what he had said. Dropping the substance, she headed to the table that was not far from her. This table was different from others too. Only it had a harmless item, "A book". "What is a book doing here?" She whispered. She carried it, looked closely at it, read out the writing that was at the front cover. "It looks familiar but I can not say exactly where I have seen it." "I think it is....." She was about to complete her speech when she heard a sound, sound of someone opening a door.

"Worth it." She reached into her purse and pulled out a tiny book she’d snuck from the mansion library. Her fingers flipped through the pages quickly, finding the spot she left off.

she stammered. "What are you thinking of? You didn't look like you were reading when I walked in." "Nah" she waved her left palm, "I was reading. I was till I got oblivious of my surrounding." Indeeeeeed. "What book are you reading?" I asked gesturing to the book in her hands. "Oh, this?" She implored, turning to the book. "It's just a random book on Hormones." My brows furrowed. Why was she reading a random book on hormones?

It was my go signal. “I am looking for a book that is about catching a bad man, an abuser, a predator.” “And?” “I have read the Princess of Nile, Glory for Gloria, and even the The Dead Prince of the New Dynasty…” Her brows perched up from her barricade book, “and I want more.” She suddenly stood, and headed towards the last shelf on the hall. She walked back carrying a book like hers – with a make-shift false cover. She threw it on the table.