Journal For Books Read Novels & Stories

I see David at the corner of my eyes , watching us. “Oh trust me , I will not say a thing – don’t want any one else to be scarred for life…” I chuckle. “Oh please…you have been blessed to see such romance – better than any porn video you will ever see” I chuckle at her. “That is what you think… You know I came across a book called “ How to please your man properly?” I think I should let you borrow it , so you can up your performance…” she gasps at what I say.

Within seconds, I was scanning lines that felt familiar, making me huff quietly. “This is what she reads?” I muttered, picking up another book with similar themes. This one was about a dominant executive and a stubborn assistant with heated exchanges disguised as professional conflict. Reaching for the third, I shook my head, amused despite myself. “So this is the narrative she consumes, no wonder she talks back.” I muttered, setting the novel down then reached for the stack beneath it. It was a leather bound journal which was worn slightly at the edges from use. I hesitated as personal journals were boundaries but curiosity has always been my flaw.

Those ill treatment stopped the day I gave those retch servants a piece of my mind. I strolled on the isolated hallway aiming for the study room in the mansion. I heard from Beta Jojen that if you want to be strong, you need to read books about leadership, principles, money and much others. Taking a dekko at my left and right, I entered the quiet study. Looking through the pile and stack of books and texts, it was so dusty like one abandoned room where no one has been for the past decades. I coughed softly due to the massive amount of dust that flared out immediately I opened a big old textbook.

"Lord but what's the girl reading now?" Jenny sits in a chair by the fire, a coffee cup on the hearth one side of her, and next to it, an oddly coloured pebble, lined with rust and deep green stripes. "It's a book about geology. Mr Kalkowski lent it to me." She yells a protest as Brett snatches the book from her. "Let's have a look at it then." Mockery in his voice, "What have we here?" He flicks through pages then reads one of them, tracing the page with a forefinger, his lips moving silently.

“Okay, you caught me. But it is not creepy watching, I promise. You just look so peaceful when you are arranging books or helping customers. It is calming. And kind of inspiring. I am a literature major, so bookstores are basically my happy place.” He leaned forward a little, eyes sparkling with interest. “Literature major? That is amazing. What are you reading right now?” “‘The Night Circus’ again,” I said, relaxing into the conversation. “I love stories with magic and quiet longing. What about you? As a bookstore guy, you must have favorites.” James smiled warmly. “I do. Right now I am rereading ‘Norwegian Wood’ by Murakami. There is something about the melancholy and the way people connec

If he heard or read something or saw it, he knew it. His second geeky habit was he read a lot. Gio had the unfortunate distinction, since the eighth-grade end of the year awards ceremony, of being the only student in the history of his school to have officially read every book in the school library. That was how he knew so much about sex and pleasing a woman. In a forgotten section of the library, he'd found a book he stole. The book was an old religious training book for engaged men called "The Act of Marriage." It was a book a pastor had written explaining how to sexually please a young groom's new wife, complete with drawings and diagrams. Gio had read that book cover to cover at least 50

Normal. I pushed open the heavy wooden door, and the scent of old books and ancient knowledge hit my nasal holes. The room was filled with shelves, lined with volumes of books and dusty manuscripts. The air felt charged with anticipation, as if the room itself held the weight of generations past. I let my fingers slide along the spines of the books as my eyes scanned the titles until something caught my attention—a worn, leather-bound journal hidden among the others. Its pages were weathered and yellowed with time. It seemed like it had been preserved for literal ages and belonged to another time. It looked like a testament to the secrets of my family I had longed to uncover.

Jake walked to the bed and sat on it, taking Ryder's laptop on his lap to see what his cute Ry was trying to do this time. However, unlike other times, instead of photos or DIY videos, what Jake saw on the screen were tens of books with blinding titles and NSFW covers. Reading the summaries burned his eyes. Jake froze, not knowing how to react. What is this? What happened to the fantasy books she used to read? Is this a new hobby? So she's not that innocent? I mean... I knew a lot of girls read books of these kinds, but I never thought that Ryder... my Ry...

Red dots blinked overhead—cameras everywhere. The room screamed luxury trap: white oak floors shining, cream linen curtains puffing from vents, bed big enough to lose yourself in. My duffel sat open on the rack—empty. Every scrap of my clothes gone. In their place: one sheer black bodysuit on the bed, crotchless, backless, spotlighted like an altar. Cost more than my rent, hid nothing. Note in Damian’s handwriting on cream card: Wear this to lunch. Nothing else. –D

If she could be surrounded by books all day every day, she would. June spent so much time around the books that she was one of the smartest people Emily had ever met. Over the years she had probably read every single book in that place. And it was a huge building with thousands of books. She had read all the medical and scientific books, every nonfiction book they had, and encyclopedias. She also read all the history books. Not just the human history, but the werewolf history too. But even June would say the smutty books were still her favorite.