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“What’s your hobby?” “Do I have one?” I raised a question. “Well, everyone does. You must have something you truly enjoy doing,” “Hmmm… reading?” My brows creased. “Yes. That must be it. I love reading,” “What type of books are you into? Fiction? Nonfiction? Magazines? BL…” “Fiction,” I asserted, cutting him short. “Especially romance. It helps me live in the world I could only desire to live in with Jeremy. The kind of love and affection I crave exists only in fiction,”

he asked, his voice quieter this time, as if afraid to disturb the peace of the shop. I glanced at him, “I love them,” I said, running my fingers along the spines of the books. “They’re like an escape—a way to step into another world, even if it’s just for a little while.” He nodded, his gaze lingering on me for a moment too long. “I get that,” he said, his voice barely audible. I stopped in front of a section labeled Legends and Lore. The titles immediately caught my eye: The Myths of Moonsdale, The Wolves of the Moonlight, The Moon’s Chosen.

“I’m looking for some books for my fiancée, but I’m not sure what she likes to read.” The sales assistant tilted her head thoughtfully. “Well, we have a wide variety. Perhaps I can suggest some classic novels? They’re always a safe choice.” Jack nodded, feeling a little more confident. “That sounds like a good idea. Can you show me some?” The sales assistant led Jack to a shelf filled with novels from different eras and styles. “Here are some classics,” she said, picking up a volume. “This is ‘Pride and Prejudice’ by Jane Austen. It’s a love story that many women adore.”

simple little plan with Mr Ceo" yourself and we shall see the highest bid of your result," "That sounds like a suicidal mission!" "How so?" Hannah asked and Cora furrowed her eyebrow. "What? Have you seen my body versus yours? Girl your body is a killer!" she joked and we both laughed. "You know love isn't about body size or structure," "But we definitely know there is a thing or two your body can do for you!" "I don't know, I really don't know!" "That's why we need to find out. That's why you should be here!"

There were no clues whatsoever. And then something occurred to her. “Read it again,” she said. “Slowly.” “‘And find the ones they loved,’” he read, slowly, “‘beside the fourth tip of the cross.’” “Beside,” she said, her eyes lighting up. “What?” he asked. “It says beside the fourth tip of the cross. Not at the fourth tip of the cross. Beside it,” she said. They both suddenly, at the same time, turned and looked at the large, stone building beside them.

‘A couple of wisps of strategically place seaweed might be more appropriate. In the circumstances, this conversation had gone quite far enough. ‘Goodnight/ she said, as they reached his room. ‘Have a good trip tomorrow. When will you be back?’ ‘Probably late afternoon.’ His eyes flickered over her face. ‘I’ve got some books, if you’re really desperate for reading material. I usually bring a couple, but I rarely get round to reading them. I’m not sure they’re quite your taste, though.’ Oh, my God, the bonkbuster. ‘I read anything. Almost anything.*

I had to make a couple of calls before those assholes brought the light back. As I got off from bed, I went directly to the kitchen, my day usually starts with coffee but I’m too lazy to make one so, I decided to go with corona beer. It’s very unhealthy to start your day with beer but at least it’s better than starting the day with wine right? I never in my life, not once thought of starting my day rather getting addicted to beer but here I am; according to Jeff normal ladies don’t do that.

Emma said, walking deep into the living room. "Thanks." She walked to a set of shelves on the far side of the room, running her fingers over the spines of his books. A lot of them were classics, novels by Dickens, Voltaire, Dumas, Melville, and Hemingway. She smiled when her fingers ran over the spine of not one, but three copies of Mitchell's Gone with the Wind. There were modern novels, too, including Stephen King and Sidney Sheldon, but they didn't look as well read as some of the others.

Sophia Celastio I love reading so much, it’s like going to a different world to me. We can imagine how the girl looks like and the boy looks like and how they build their relationship. I love it. It’s an addiction. I never read Romeo and Juliet because it has a sad ending, I hate sad endings. I love a story such as The Last Song, She’s the Man, Bridal Waves and the list goes one. Twisted story but with happy endings in the end.

He asks with something in his voice I can't quite identify. "You don't know." I say with a slight chuckle in my voice. "Just pick one." I watch idle as he sifts through all the books until he picks one. House of Earth and Blood by Sarah J Maas. "That is one of my favourite books. Although I might just be biased because I love her writing." I lean back in the chair with a satisfied look on my face. "What makes you love someone's writing?" He sits back in his chair and looks at me curiously.