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They are in denial if they think otherwise, or perhaps in their mental weakness, they cannot accept other people or even themselves for what they are. My hands grasped my hair pulling them down, nausea swirled unrestrainedly in my empty stomach. My head swam with half-formed regrets. My heartfelt as if my blood had become tar as it struggled to keep a steady beat. My melancholy mood hung over me like a black cloud, raining my personal sorrow down on me as I cried and cried until I hear someone opening the big door at the corner, with tears strained face I raised my head to see a shadow walking towards me.

The maids keep bringing me sweet romance books with happy endings even when I've asked for something different. All the books I've read have been really good so far with an interesting plot and diverse but easy to like characters. But rather than being excited about the happy endings, they make me sad. This particular book though almost feels like it was loosely based on Ethan and I. The happy ending the couple shared makes me want to hope again but I feel pathetic at the same time, for being jealous of book characters. I heard a knock on my door and before I could answer, the door suddenly sprang open and the person barged in.

I wonder if it is true or not. The library was huge with many books, either fiction or nonfiction or study books. It all contained all the bookshelves. I had once visited the library but stopped due to my health, and it has even helped me brighten my mood, and I dared not to frown or look sad anymore.

The warmth from the fire didn't really ease the uneasy feeling growing inside me. Taking a deep breath, I opened the book. Each page turn felt like stepping back into a past I wanted to forget. The flames continued to dance, casting a flickering light that seemed to play along with the emotions swirling within me. I turned another page, the words becoming guides through a landscape of recovery I wasn't sure I was ready to navigate. Memories, like shadows, crept in as the fire crackled. Each sentence seemed to awaken echoes of my own experiences. It was as if the library held its breath, waiting for me to absorb the weight of those stories and somehow find my own path within them.

Cela remains disappointed. "C'mon. It's not like they bought everything. They just thought of giving the books as Christmas presents apart from the corporate giveaways. You must know that your mother enjoyed your first book so much. Too bad that she passed before the second one is out," Nanny Rita continued. "You've always been loyal to her," Cela said.

It turned out that Jason is in a very good mood, too good that I am sitting on the bed with him and my back is resting on his chest. He seems to be very relaxed and happy, too relaxed that he decided to read a book with me. And shockingly it was his idea. I didn’t even plan to read a novel today but since Jason wanted to read a novel with me, I will read it with him. I flip through the pages and softly gasped at a glance at the sentence. This book got me thinking hard, seriously, the suspense, drama, and a whole new level of emotions and love. Damn! I love this book. I have been looking for another interesting book since the time I finished that last one and I guess I did.

People around Nicklaus were really happy for him. Since the boss was in a good mood, his subordinates were naturally in a good mood too. .... ... ..... Dear readers, please endeavor to drop a comment after every read. Also please click on the love sign at the top of the book details to add my book to your library so that you can continue to get an update.. Thank you so much for reading my book, Next update will come so soon.

This book was more than just a mere collection of words on paper - it was a treasure trove of knowledge, a gateway to a world beyond our own. As I read on, the moon cast its pale light across the room, bathing everything in an eerie glow. I lost track of time, lost in the secrets that lay before me. Every line I read seemed to unlock a new mystery, a new revelation. The more I read, the more my curiosity grew, until I was completely consumed by the book's power.

Time seemed to disappear when I was absorbed in a book. As the rain continued to fall outside, tapping steadily against the windows, its rhythm became a soothing backdrop to my reading. The library was lit by ancient chandeliers and lamps that cast a soft, comforting glow. The scent of old books blended perfectly with the fresh smell of rain, creating an atmosphere that felt both familiar and wonderfully new.

a thing that will make his life move in circles. "What made you upset?" Mom asked, and she starred at me as I consumed my breakfast. I forgot she was around while I was reading. Since my brothers are already used to my reactions to the book that I am reading, I wasn’t paying attention because I had my mom, who wasn’t. Do I look drugged or what so ever?" "I just read a book. It’s devastating. It has this feeling that I couldn’t move on." Mom placed his coffee-filled mug on the table and sat beside me. Felix said that you read a lot. Sometimes your eyes even pop out when you read a sad and heartbreaking book. "I'd like to see my little girl cry over a book."