Man Reading A Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The bell above the door makes a sound, and I wave at the older man standing behind the desk as I enter the dusty old bookstore. "Good morning!" "Ah, a customer! How exciting!" The man pushes his glasses further up his nose and tilts his head at me. His hair is whiter than snow, while his skin is tanned from staying outside for too long. "Anything, in particular, you're looking for?" I nod at him, looking around to ensure we are alone before whispering. "I need the anatomy book you've got—full-on body display and the one murderers look for.."

There he was, in his authoritative posture, reading what seemed like an encyclopedia; a massive book with pages that appeared to be extremely thin. Of course, this guy would never read a magazine or any other ordinary book. It was always some sort of intellectual boring science book. Staring into the book, he muttered, "Quit peeping and close that door, Winslow," I closed the door behind me after recovering from the shock he'd given me. I walked towards him meekly. "You asked to see me, Mr. Decarlo?" "No. I asked you to see me," he said, closing the huge book he had in his hands. "You know, Winslow, you never cease to impress me by placing second in class, while having so many voids in your

The sun's rays coming from the open window make the room feel refreshing, soothing, and to my dismay, brilliant. A tall, well-dressed man, in the colors of the flag, was sitting in an armchair by the window while his whole being seemed lost among the pages of the book he reads. His brown hair with a few white strands seemed to shine in the sunlight. I'm not exactly in the mood to be ignored. I look at one of the maps on the table and clear my throat as I wait patiently for the water-green-eyed man to notice me. The man fumbled over the sudden noise, casting a startled look in all directions before finally finding me in one of the shaded corners of the room.

"Does that bother you, do you think?" I turned my head towards the voice, which was growing more and more familiar to me. The man was sitting next to me, with his feet resting on each other. I saw that there was an open book on his thigh. He's reading a book. "You read a book in a dimly lit room." I didn't answer his question. He thought for a second, then smiled, his finger pointing towards the open curtain. "That's why I opened the curtain a little, but it turned out the light made you wake up.

Then four more. Then the small sound of the front door of the bookstore opening and closing and a man stepping out into the November Sunday on Cortelyou Road, and the bookstore quiet around me again, and the yellow light unchanged, and the book in my hand still open to the page I had been reading when he spoke. I stood in the aisle for ten minutes.

He holds my eyes in a challenge and I'm too defiant to look away. "You are welcome to sit. No one in this house cares about the smoke." He says and takes another puff. Without a word I walk over to the chair opposite him and sit. I light my cigarette and inhale deeply before blowing out a puff of smoke. I look at the book the man is currently reading. Magician. The bold white words stand out against the stark black on the spine. The man could sense my star and peered over the top in amusement and… anticipation? Almost expectantly. "Have you read it?" He asks, mocking humor in his voice.

After he entered, he took a book from the shelf without sparing her a glance and went to the sofa to read it. It seemed that he had come in to read a book. Sylvia peeked at him twice before withdrawing her gaze to continue watching Isabel and Liam. The study was very quiet. The only occasional sound was from Liam as he taught Isabel how to do her homework. Sylvia placed her arms on the desk and rested her chin on her folded arms to stare at their cute little faces in the comfortable posture. On the sofa, the man who was reading a book raised his eyes and noticed her lounging posture at a glance.

A man with full concentration is reading a file right now. He is wearing a shirt of grey colour and a black trouser , it showing his perfect body . He had folded the sleeves of shirt upto his elbows . His facial features are so perfect , with a straight nose , sharp eyes and a perfect jaw line.

I preferred my books to people, and my imaginations to reality. One evening, as I was casually returning back a stack of books to the shelves, my eyes scanning the names for their proper places, I noticed a man sitting in the far corner of the library. He was deeply focused on a large, ancient-looking book, his brow furrowed in concentration. I paused, looking at him curiously, and I found myself stealing glances at him, intrigued by his presence and level of concentration in my peaceful domain.

With his elbow resting on the surface of the table and his fingers turning the pages of the book that he was reading. His electric blue eyes swept through the lines of the books that were written on the pages and the more he read the more his brows furrowed. Logan straightened up and sighed before rubbing the space between his brows and then turned the page of the book causing a flapping sound to echo in the room. There was a knock on the door as Logan raised his head and said, “ Come in.” He then dropped his head back down to read the book that was in front of him, not even bothering to look at the person who came inside.