Independence Is A Good Look On Her Novel Novels & Stories

She moved closer to it with Jayden's preying eyes following her every move. She picked up the particular book that caught her attention and started to check it out. Jayden stared, willing to watch her read for no particular reason. His silent stares took in every detail about her, including the way her small frame casually leaned on the shelf and realised how she made beauty so easy and effortless.

Those answers could be found later. Was she wearing clothes? Who had she brought home? What had they done after that? She swallowed and concentrated on breathing. One slow breath in through her nose, out through her mouth. When her ex had gone on his first deployment Dixie had discovered romance novels. Since then they'd become her refuge in the storm that was her life. How many books had she read, holding her breath, while the beautiful heroine tumbled into bed with her soon to be hero? Yeah, that was fantasy. This was her reality, and it sucked.

But if he didn't let her out of the house, she would take matters into her own hands and go out to check on her sisters and her mother, since her father had become a left-handed zero in her life. The book she was reading was one of her favorites, and it was the first edition. He couldn't get enough of the movie and now he had that chance to feel the adrenaline rush of being able to enjoy those books. The book was called Gone with the Wind, a novel that, no matter how many years passed, would always be there for lovers of good books to read. She closed the book when the door was knocked, and Nicole entered with a tray full of snacks for her. -Sit with me. -She patted the seat next to her, "I

I took the ones in her left hand before she could protest. She gave me a puzzled look, then smiled when she realized what I was doing. That smile alone made the trip worth it. “What book were you going to get?” she asked, eyes still scanning the spines of novels. She moved back and forth gracefully, fingertips gliding over covers, pausing only when a title caught her interest. I just watched her for a second — the way her brows furrowed when reading summaries, the quiet focus in her eyes. Why does she always look so at peace around sad stories?

But Anna was not the kind of little girl who was insensible and really did not like George for his money. So, George doting on Anna, there was nothing wrong in it! And now when she heard Anna say this, the Old Madam's view of Anna became even better. This girl was too sensible, she was independent and did not want to rely on others. The Old Madam really admired her character. Although Anna became an even better girl in her eyes, she still rebuked. "There's no need to separate yourself from him so clearly."

She wasn't there; she didn't see it happen when I watched my shadow snap his neck in self-defense. "You’re not sure," I counter. "I am," she insists, her gaze steady and full of reassurance, almost making me feel foolish for fearing a book. Taking a deep breath, I finally open the book. It seems to anticipate my needs, flipping pages on its own until it stops at a peculiar drawing—a girl with long hair standing hands on hips, with her shadow beside her, rendered in dark charcoal as if to mirror her.

She gazed upon the tome in her hands before turning her attention to the reflective surface before her. Verity gazed at her reflection repeatedly in the diminutive mirror. She donned a modest attire and wore no cosmetics. The young lady perused a book on lycans before regaining her composure. Verity exudes an effortless grace, eschewing the garishness of those who adorn themselves with heavy cosmetics and billowing garments.

It felt as if she was living it all again and though it had been nearly three years those memories still brought tears to her eyes. Liza sat there in her office all night reading through the manuscript, as the female protagonist confronted her husband, kicked him in the balls (something that Liza wished she had done). The lead of the novel was much more independent than Liza ever was, she was one of those characters with whom you wouldn't want to mess with but still, Liza identified with her so much that it felt as if she and the lead were the same person. Liza read as the husband realized his folly, as he apologized to the lead, groveled for the forgiveness, it reminded Liza so much of Jona

"Not just once, right?" She nodded again. "But since you're here now Ma'am, you should show her who's the boss." I rolled my eyes. The girl was beautiful, and there was no denying... the feeling that crept to my throat just by staring at her. TBC Hey guys..... check out my book The CEO and I now on Goodnovel. Chapter 5 As Bennett probably should've expected. She was beautiful and yet simple. His eyes didn't leave her face.. neither did he say a word.

Poor ladies, having no men to take care of them but still able to survive and being happier than any of his rich family ever been. Her innocence and beauty from within caught his eyes. He was fascinated by her. Unlike any other girls in school, she didn’t care if she had worn old clothes or hands-down garments from her mother. Her focus is always on her studies, becoming as smart as him and Daniel. The essence of humbleness radiating from her was so fulfilling. So satisfying and at one point, he was enamored by her. Wanting to know more of her and even wish to make her his woman.