Novel & Cerita Love Of Books

ROMAN’S POV: I stood up from my chair, stretching as I looked at the clock perched on the wall opposite my desk in my study room. I might be one of the most notorious and wanted men in the city of Cleveland, but that didn't take away my love for books. I was an avid reader. I loved the smell of books on a warm afternoon, the dust that clung to my hands as I tried to clean them. I loved the heaviness of huge hardbacks that gradually transformed to lightweight in my hands as I read, consuming each and every page and embedding it into my memory.

The little old librarian with white curly hair, rimmed spectacles, and flowery dress smiles at me warmly across the tables when I pass her by and leaves me to browse. I must admit, I love the smell and aura of ancient books, the feeling of being surrounded by old, treasured pages. Back home my own library is my favourite place to spend time. Books retain some sort of presence from past readers, and it can be felt in the air all around me because I’m sensitive to energy vibrations in all things, be they living or not. A warm familiar sensation comes from books, like a gentle breeze on a hot day, or a soothing hug when you need it most, and that relaxes me. It’s because books are beloved thing

" You're welcome baby but quick question. Where did you come up with this idea?" It's unusual. " Uhm... About that." She scratched the back of her head and I almost begged God for her answer to be legal. " One night I walked into your boss's room and saw a drawing book. All the drawings were amazing but I had three favorites, the flowers, the fruit bowl and the sky. So i put them all in on since I couldn't decide which one I liked most" Hunter draws!?? That explains the talent in Louisa. And that should be the night he caught her in his room.

She was well liked by all, and no one had an unfavorable impression of her. How could they. A ready smile and considerate word were always close to her lips. Sometimes distracted, her mind was sharp and quick. Somewhat bookish, she spent many hours sitting in the hidden alcoves of the library with its high, crowded rows of books. She enjoyed being immersed in the smell of leather, running a finger down the spine of a book, the dry, rustle of turning vellum. The weight of time and tomb and history. This love of books was another trait she and Master Lisa shared. But now books were the last thing on her mind. She was anxious to see Malcolm.

-Answering your question, I wouldn't forgive an infidelity," he answers now being the one who ignores my comment. -I wouldn't forgive an infidelity either," I said, "You know, I'm one of those girls who longs to have a book love. Book love is so real and so deep. Book boys are perfect. They are loyal. He may be a womanizer at his worst but when he finds his right girl he's the best thing in the world. They're those super protective, jealous guys. It's cute. I'm one of those people who want an intense, wild yet tender love. A love that consumes me. That makes me tremble. A love just for me. Is it too much to ask to want to be the only one in someone's heart? No seconds or thirds. No ex-lovers

"Still on the first page, I can't seem to get past it." "Breath, write like you always do. For fun. Don't put so much pressure on yourself. Once you remove the fun out of writing, the passion is hard to find." Emma always loved speaking to Mrs Lopez, she always knew what to say and when to say it. "What are you reading?" Mrs Lopez turned the book cover for Emma to see. "Romeo and Juliet?, this is the third time I am seeing you read it." "It's not my fault, I love the book."

And weren’t we always taught not to judge a book by its cover? As Liviana’s view of life widened and nothing seemed so simple, she found herself delving into books more and more often. They were her escape- that blanket that kept reality from turning her soul blue. And with the more she read, the more tropes she came across. Star-crossed lovers. Forbidden romance. Opposites attract. Friends to lovers. Enemies to Lovers. And so much more that she absolutely adored.

I am trying not to reveal much) Please shower some love and support for these three books also. You all are really precious to me, don't forget to love yourself! Thanks for your constant love and support, it means alot! Love, Mahek_Salvatore. ....................................................

, my silence indicated a yes for him to speak and he did. "I've known you since I was a child boss; you are a very kind soul to those you love. You are not just clever and feared amongst all, but you are humble and kind. I've always seen you strive higher and higher to succeed, which you eventually did. When we used to ask you why you worked and trained so hard, you used to tell us its for your wellbeing, but I've always known Boss, that you......lacked love...and therefore became cold, that is until you met the love of your life again. I'm sorry if I offended you, but your love for Miss Jenne is real, and one day she will realise it. Just be patient, you will also be filled with happiness a

She will rather wait for him that's the only choice she had and besides, Edna didn't love him back so maybe she still had a chance. "Oh my sweet Jesus!!!" she exclaimed loudly and happily as her eyes twinkled with amusement.That was a huge library and the books were literally stacked up to the ceiling. She always loved reading books, her all time favorite genre being fantasy. It intrigued her how unique and different concepts writers came up with. It's the books where there were no boundary to express themselves not bothering anyone. "You had such a huge library, why didn't you tell me before?" She asked him, a genuine wide grin plastered on her face as she inspected the whole library with h