Loving A Book Novels & Stories

It wasn't what he needed. He loved her like an old, beloved book. One he’d read so many times he knew every line, could quote passages in his sleep. One he kept on the nightstand out of habit and affection, even when he wasn’t actively reading it anymore. It was comforting just to know it was there. Maybe that was the problem. He’d stopped reading her. Stopped turning the pages. Stopped asking what came next. He forgot that she was still growing, still changing, still becoming someone new. He treated her like a finished story, neatly bound and complete, when she was still mid-chapter. Still writing herself in ways he never bothered to notice. When she finally closed the book and walked away,

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

I should have brought a sweater or at least something that covered more, I wouldn't have listened to Delilah putting on this garment that doesn't cover enough. I walk a couple of steps to get closer to the campfire to see if this way I can stop the cold from erasing my skin to the point of looking like a chicken without feathers. I get a little closer and then I start to feel the warmth, the comforting and pleasant warmth, coming into my body. The feeling is so pleasant that I get a little closer, being about two meters away from the fire.

Serenity's eyes filled up at Paige's ordeal. "I'm sorry, I didn't know, Lex, " she said, feeling so foolish. "Let me clear one more thing, Serena. I'm not the type who can harp on the three-lettered words every second of the day. I can't. I will tell you once that I love you very much, more than I love myself. I love you the most in this whole world. I always have and I always will. Hear it well, Serena since I can't repeat it every day. I'm the forever type of guy. I can only love once and it'd be for life," he said, holding her in a tight embrace. "Can you feel my love for you?" He asked.

"Anyway, that's it. I've already given you the money. You can do what you want!" "Mom --" Liu Liu's cry was high and sharp, even broken. She hugged Liu Cui's arm, and Liu Cui was staggered by the sudden force. "Mom... please..." Liu Liu screamed and hugged Liu Cui's arm. It seemed that what she wanted to hold was not an arm, but a home she could never return to. He is grumpy but loves her father. Although he prefers sons to daughters, he will still take good care of her mother and her naughty brother.

Aiden's POV I finished my breakfast and waited for that sexy beast in my study room. "Sexy beast..." I smirked. Yes..... She is sexy with her firm perfect sized breast and her curvy body. she is too hot with her perfect shape and bewitching face . she makes me hard every time I see her. I am not in love with that asshole but she sexually attracted me and that's the reason i always hurt her to have a distance with her. cring cring...cring cring.....

It was harder to be angry at quiet. On the third evening he came home with a book. Not flowers I would have been suspicious of flowers, they felt like a move, something selected by someone who’d googled how to apologize to your wife. A book was different. He set it on the kitchen counter while I was making tea and didn’t make a thing of it, just left it there and went to change out of his suit. I looked at it.

She reminds me of Gina who’s very bubbly and jolly. The book signing went on for a couple of hours. Surprisingly, there are a lot of people who bought my book. Everyone kept saying that I am a good writer. I doubt that though. Were they only got smitten by the fact that I wrote a tragic love affair? You know people always love the words love and pain. They keep saying how much they don’t want to experience love with pain but it’s everything that they’re reading about. When I was about to stand up from my spot after the book signing, someone called my name. I looked up and was shocked when I saw Kieran Wu standing in front of me with a book.

Lily sat at the coffee shop, sipping her latte and scrolling through her phone. She had always loved this place – the cozy atmosphere, the smell of fresh coffee, and the sound of the barista's steaming milk. It was her safe haven, her escape from the chaos of her life. As she looked up from her phone, she caught sight of James walking towards her. Her heart skipped a beat as she saw him – tall, handsome, and charming as ever. He was her best friend Sarah's fiancé, and Lily had been secretly in love with him for years.