Loving A Book Novels & Stories

Lana watched people move around her as she walked to the Cafe. She always loved people-watching. Everyone seemed to bustle about, yelling and laughing. She smiled to herself as she saw a little girl in a sundress dance around her mother up ahead. Everyone was the main character in their own lives. Her pocket started to vibrate, and she took out her phone to look at it, smiling at the name on the screen. She slid the answer button across and held her phone to her ear.

The bedazzled look on Alek’s face worsened. Giving up, she told him, “It’s something only a book lover will understand, okay?” “What other things will only a book lover understand?” “Hmm. Fancy bookmarks. Song playlists,” she said, listing it out on her fingers. She couldn’t remember all, but those were her favourites. “Ignoring your phone to read.” “Ignoring your phone? Why?” “When a book is so engrossing, you don’t want to leave it.” Her voice lowered. “If a book lover stops in the middle of a book to text you, know they are in love with you. “

She stood up, went to her closet and wore her night robe, he could make out the outline of her slender figure through the thin fabric as she sat at her reading table and began to read. He adored her passion for intellectual things, she was simply perfect in every way and it made him long for her even more. She put her book down and turned to the window again with a frown, it was like she could sense his presence and her heartbeat confirmed it. She walked towards her window and stood there for a while staring outside, staring straight ahead with squinted eyes like she was trying to see him. She had never been this close to him, she smelled so delicious and so sweet, it was torturing him and h

I demanded, furrowing my brow in disbelief. I was pissed because Lydia was tearing the book without remorse. Books are like living things to me; they have characters and the lives of those characters in them, so they ought to be treated with care. Every crease on the cover, every worn page tells a story not just of the narrative within, but of the readers who have journeyed through its words.

Such bliss was beyond what I had imagined being penetrated, being intimate with a man. The sheets under us were moistened after being soaked, but he seemed to enjoy it; they did not bother him at all. And yes, I couldn't care if he was being very possessive; to be honest, I liked it already. He was speaking weirdly. Still, I didn't care. If that's how he showed his desire for me, so be it. He could imprint anywhere on my body I'd let him. After all, he's already doing that; his touches, lovemaking, everything we did here would be unforgettable. I'd bring this memorable encounter back to my home.

“But can you just kill the love that is within people?” “See un-loving someone is an art, I don’t help people to kill the love within them I just help them detach that feeling of love from the person they are feeling it for help them to transform the best times they spend together into a beautiful memory that they could revisit anytime they want and feel a sense of happiness rather than regret, It helps you celebrate the love that you once shared but also gives you strength to stop yourself from going after that love by imagining it as a fairytale which would never happen again” “Wow that’s just so much philosophy for one day”

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I never want him to look at me thinking I am weak or I am not strong enough. I hate it from anyone, but for Sab it was more than that, because the person you love is the person you want to show how good you are. You are afraid if they see your weak side, they will leave you or think that you are no good. They deserve better than you. The thought of them thinking something like this itself is so hurting. I walked out of the lift and went straight out of the restaurant. I was about to get in a cab but a grip on my hand pulled me back as I turned, I saw Sab panting heavily.

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The cover was thick, was it look so ancient with its gold coloured decorated font. "I think you mean dangerous and lovely?" Mavis replied I laughed hilariously. "I think hot would best describe it." "My deceased mother in law, gave me that book as a wedding present. She was so proud when I used a spell from that book." I was in awe.. Why was it the first time I was hearing this? I wondered. "Which spell was it?"