Love Of Books Novels & Stories

“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,”

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But I wouldn't, not now! - Loving Liam Frey sucks. Good at first and addictive, but it destroys you over time. - I say looking into your eyes. Liam looked at me uncomprehendingly. I pushed the package forward, Liam didn't understand much, but decided to sit down. He looked at me and I just nodded at the package. I wouldn't say anything else until he saw what was there. Liam opened the package and as he saw the photos it lost its color a little.

the diffuser nestled in the drawer next to my bed, allowing the soothing scent to fill the air. With a pleasing sigh, I closed the window that I had opened before my cleaning spree. The final touch was placing my books in the petite library space that Tom had arranged in my room, achieving a sense of calm and order that had been sorely missing. I didn't know how he could guess that I loved reading. I was happy, though, because reading has been my biggest passion since I was a kid. When my father came home with vodka in his hand, yelling at my mother for not being able to cook a varied food after being at work all day while he was at the bar, probably fucking his fifth whore for the week. Wh

I’m never like this, I don’t care about others then why her? When we arrived at the cemetery, I was stunned, I didn’t expect her to come to the cemetery. Was that the reason why she was whimpering? And with the way she looked at me today, the tears and pain I saw in her eyes made me wonder if that’s how it feels when you lose someone you love. I have never loved before so I don’t know how it feels. I canceled my plans and drove back to the cemetery, I can’t leave her alone at least not when she’s all sad. When I got there, I saw her seated in front of a grave that says ‘AMELIA IAN SINCLAIR

In fact, the pile of my words can be categorised as rambling. Well, I loved reading newspapers, inspirational books, classics and most importantly, novels. Love stories are a key to my heart and a fuel to my imagination. I was teased by the name 'reading maniac' because I could literally read anything. All I need is a piece of writing. Though this habit is considered ‘boring’ by my friends, but I like it so, I do it and I have no regrets or problem in being called a ‘boring person’.

༻☆✫☆༺ In the cozy library, filled with soft whispers and the charming aroma of old books, the usual tranquility held sway. It was a haven for diligent students, their heads buried in textbooks as they chased after knowledge and good grades among the comforting stacks of dusty tomes. However, Katherine didn’t quite fit the mold. Numbers and historical facts weren’t what excited her; her heart craved the enchanting worlds of romance and adventure found within novels. Every free moment, when she wasn’t wallowing in dismay over her less-than-stellar academic performance, was spent here, browsing the shelves for a story that would whisk her away completely.

The problems that arose were a test of their genuine love. Emily's main goal was to visit her favorite bookstore, buying novels from some of her favorite authors to add to her personal collection. Even though there were now many e-book reading apps available, Emily didn't feel satisfied unless she had the physical copies of the books. Reading e-books was far more flexible, as she could read them anywhere without the hassle of carrying physical books.

Just random things that are worth talking about and worth remembering. "Oh, don't ask about my favorite when it comes to books. I can't choose. I have so many favorites, the number is rising every time I read a new one." I chuckled. Yeah, that's how engrossed I am with every book that gets my attention. I consider my collection as my babies and they are far more important than my clothes or any material thing that I have. "You are one hell of a book-lover, then." "Is that a bad thing?"

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