Love Reading Books Novels & Stories

Eva’s Pov I wasn’t always like this. No, I was the girl who enjoyed hiding in the corner, head stuck in a romance book, mostly forbidden romance, locked away from reality. The main reason I loved reading books was because they had a way of getting your imagination wild, nothing crazy, just a nice rhythmic flow of dark desires, entwined with a splash of romance to keep the blood flowing. Mom never understood why I would spend hours with my head buried in a book. I mean she never did, not when she spends her days finding the right man to make her forget about my father. The one she had loved, the one who got away.

Hazel loved this place, its quietude a stark contrast to the bustling city outside. She navigated the labyrinthine aisles, her fingers tracing the spines of well-worn books, her mind already lost in the world of literature. Today, she was on a quest for a first edition of Jane Austen's "Pride and Prejudice," a rare treasure she'd been hunting for weeks.

“But I never said I liked the older romance novels either. I’m an English major and I really believe some of these books should eat dust.” He started to laugh and I joined in, feeling completely at ease with this stranger that seemed to enjoy reading just as much as I did. We discussed more about our favorite books and he even recommended some erotica that ‘taught him how to be a better lover’, his words exactly. I laughed when he told me his friends would never let him hear the end of it if they ever found out he loved reading. “How did you fall in love with reading?” I asked him. “I didn’t really have a choice. My mom brought me here every single day after school and I had to keep myself b

It was just an ordinary day for me—books, books, and more books. For the past four years, books have been my constant companions. But who was I to complain? I loved books. They were like a drug I couldn’t resist. I loved the smell of them; it was addicting.