Novel & Cerita Men Reading Books

“The Lunar Trials… forgotten queens.” “Why would you have books about queens?” I asked, and he shook his head as he went back to the paper that he was reading. “You know that reading is not limited to books about men or kings, right?” He asked as if I had just insulted him. “Bratva kings reading about queens. How balanced.” I said sarcastically. “You sound disappointed.” He said, raising an eyebrow. “I sound surprised.” I met his eyes. “I assumed you only collected books about murder, money, and how to glare at people until they apologize or flinch… maybe piss themselves before they tried to run.”

The ladies all giggle and Julie stands, handing a new bookmark to each of us. "Yes. We figured we'd get you ones that suited you a little better." she says. The new one is dark blue with gold lettering that says 'Real men read dirty books'. I smile and look over at Ev who's showing Harper his excitedly. "These are great. Thank you." I say just as Bri nudges me. "Oh! Tell them your joke, love!" Harper says excitedly. Ev rolls his eyes before addressing the group.

He smiles placing a soft kiss on my hand before turning to leave the library, as he passes the guys they all bow their heads once again in respect allowing him to walk out of the door which is closed behind him. “You can continue with what you were doing ma’am, we will be here if you need us.” One of the men who I think was Caleb smiles, I nod my head with another smile still quite nervous but also rather excited to start reading all of these.

Going back to the party alone wasn't an option because if I walked in there solo, Vanessa would win and give me that pitying look that said she broke me. Glancing at Finn again, I noticed him pushing his glasses up his nose and frowning at his book. However, something else caught my attention since his phone was tucked behind the heavy, hardcover textbook and resting against his thigh. The screen was glowing brightly, proving he wasn't studying liver enzymes at all but was instead reading something with a cover featuring a shirtless guy with glowing red eyes. A slow grin tugged at the corner of my mouth as the realization hit that The Monk reads trashy romance novels.

I might be a veterinarian doctor, but I’m fascinated with the human body as well. Axel is smiling innocently at me, and I have to avert my eyes to keep myself from running away. My teeth grace my lower lips, and my cheeks are burning like the pits of hell. "This is so embarrassing..." "Why?" He asks. "We all have hobbies, My lovely wife, and it's perfectly normal to read books. I also like to read, so you don't have to be shy about reading 'How To Kill Like A Serial Killer,' since I'm sure the plot is deep and memorable."

He waves me over and I followed. “Lucas said you wanted to see me, “ I said clearly inspecting the shelves behind him, they had variety of books all lined up, it was not a surprise that he was a avid reader. A man like Donovan Callahan was a man who understood what knowledge does and the power it holds. “Yes,” Donovan stopped reading the paper in his hands and moved towards the smaller table which had a glass jug that contained scotch. He poured into one of the glass and handed it to me,

She passed out. The flag hanging on the top of the building swept from left to right as the cool air blew past it. Yes, it was morning. Athena and Earnestine opened the door to the town library, they waved at the old man standing at the counter. The town library was just a building that had numerous books about the histories of their town, and a few books for academicians and students. The old man had numerous books on his desk, his gaze was fixed on the paper, and he was scribbling some notes. The gray-haired man with brown eyes and gray beards adjusted his spectacles while looking at them. He was a man in his late sixties.

He was reading intently, the grey sheet resting lightly over his pectoral muscles, rising and falling with his steady breaths. Wendy didn't rush in. Tightening the towel around her, she leaned against the doorframe and watched for a while. Such a strong arm, one that had set the record for the longest single pass in the university league—a record still unbroken—was only being used to turn the light, thin pages of a book? What a waste. But if you added a pair of gold-rimmed glasses to him like this, making him look aloof and restrained, the atmosphere would be completely different.

LUTHER “Hey, Gustave, what are you reading?” “Nothing?” I barely allow my teammate to glance at the book before snapping it shut. “What the fuck, Marlon. That looks like a handwritten novel. Since when did you start to read novels, man?” “Since now.” I mutter and go straight back to reading. He tries to make fun of me some more, but when he notices that I am not paying him any attention, he leaves. I have left the main locker room to the quieter, older one in the other corner that has been out of use for years. No one is ever here, and it's the best place to read something like Luther's dairy.

It was about a beautiful young woman who needed a big, strong man to come and save her, so instead I looked at him. His fiery hair fell around his face as he sat reading what was probably the thickest book I had ever seen. His eyes moved across the page as they read, understood, and reformulated the words in his mind. His controlled, finely shaped eyebrows twitched now and then—sometimes drawing together, as if he disagreed with what the book described, other times lifting, as if he was surprised by it.