Light-hearted Books Novels & Stories

There are history books, Psychology books, Biographies even novels. Like actual novels. My eyebrows lift slowly as my eyes glaze over some of the titles as I picked one and flipped over them. “Well this is deeply upsetting.”I murmur under my breath. “What is?”Mercer says his voice sounds amused behind me. “You being literate.”I say in a mocking tone and that earns me a low laugh from somewhere near the kitchen and once again the sound lands directly in my chest. God I love his laugh! It’s dangerous but everything about this man feels dangerous in the most unfairly attractive way possible. I pull one of the books halfway from the shelf before freezing.

Leah asked as she began flipping through the pages of a book on the desk. Amara thought for a moment. “The quiet.” Leah raised an eyebrow. “Huh. I was hoping you’d say ‘free books.’” A small chuckle escaped Amara’s lips before she could stop it. Leah noticed and gasped dramatically. “Oh my god, did I just make you laugh? Is that a rare occurrence? Should I mark this moment down in history?” Amara shook her head, a bit amused. “It’s... not that rare.” “I don’t know. You seem like the brooding type,” Leah teased. “Which is fine! Every bookstore needs one. Adds to the mysterious aura.”

I have met people who act as if nothing is happening in their life when something is really going on in their life. I have read a lot of science books and works of literature under the light of the moon. Books that holds a lot of information that may be too heavy for a rusty brain to bear. Books that create fresh memories with lucid images that can enchant your heart and fill your memories with images of a perfect world. A perfect world with a lot of birds, sweets and kiosks in it. Not small kiosks but really large kiosks with a lot of potential buyers. I have been on a hundred excursions, screaming along with love songs from my phone, the calm wind in my face, pushing ever sorrow I held in

Another grab for the book and some food, then I crossed my legs and opened my reading books while I ate my sandwich heartily. "Are you reading that ham again?" I felt Wynn's gaze more than I saw him. "It can't be that interesting." But she could only say that because she didn't read anything but mindless teen magazines. "I am learning. Give it a try, it's good for your future. "

"Thank you for letting me read your collection of books." This time Lexie was more used to it and she wasn't afraid at all as she walked down the stone steps to Rafe's room. She already knew exactly what was waiting for her down there. And now she felt really enthusiastic, instead of being frightened by the darkness that surrounded her before the lights around her flashed one by one. “I'm the only one who usually reads those books. Glad if someone else reads it too.” "What book do you like?" “I read all the books. Novels, books about business, books about autos, anything. At least I have to enrich myself with knowledge so that other people can't fool me.”

I missed my mate, my freedom, my friends, Kailin, and everyone at the vineyards. I watched a series about a group of delinquent kids born in space and dropped to Earth to see if the air was already breathable. I finished Episode twelve, and when a particular character pissed me off, I turned it off and went to read something in the study. There were some fiction books, but primarily old books from Jane Austen, Charlotte Bronte, and Herman Melville. There were self-help and meditation books and a book about mystical creatures. I walked out of the study. If she allowed me to read a book about witchcraft, it might interest me, but that would be as dangerous as walking into the darkness without