Novel & Cerita Most Beautiful Books

Not when I was so damn close. The room was a masterpiece of elegance and mystique, leaving me utterly enchanted. My gaze was drawn to the far left corner, where a stunning four-poster bed stood, its silver and black accents gleaming in the soft light. Next to the bed, a towering wall of silver spined books stretched up to the vaulted ceiling, their leather-bound covers seeming to shimmer before me. I had no idea how one could have such a large book collection.

Sa sobrang taas, may mga hagnan para makuha mo 'yung mga nasa itaas. There are a lot of novels there that caught my attention. Ang mga gusto kong basahin, nilalagay ko sa ibabaw ng lamesa. "Cordina's Royal Family by Nora Roberts." binasa ko ang pamagat ng librong hawak ko. "I never thought they'd collect books from New York Best Selling Authors." I told myself. Nakapatong ako ngayon sa hagdan, naghahanap ng libro. I roamed my eyes around the library, until I saw a table with maps.

ASTRA When I was a kid, back when I wasn’t even in high school just yet, the bookstore is my favorite hangout place for so many reasons. I love reading! I love discovering new ideas! It is also my mother’s work place after she quit designing for a high end brand. But most importantly, there’s this particular type of reading material I always love to check out during my free time. A visual book. A magazine. In those pages, there are beautiful tall women wearing elegant clothes. They look mysterious and intimidating. My mother calls them a model. She then mentioned that she use to work with those kind of women before.

Mia felt a sense of awe for the majestic view that lay before her. Walking down the aisles, she couldn't help but feel small and insignificant. She ran her fingers over the spines of the books, careful not to disturb them. The rows of books were endless, and she could spend hours just exploring the different genres and subjects. She made her way to the rare books section, and as she walked in, she was struck by the beauty of the room. The walls were adorned with intricate carvings, and the shelves were lined with leather-bound books. The room was quiet, and the only sound was the gentle rustling of pages as people perused the books.

The more I try to draw boundaries she is making it nearly impossible for me to control myself from going and grabbing her face and kissing the shit out of her. I take a deep breath and return a soft smile," how about the classics, lex?" I ask her to divert my mind. " well, pride and prejudice is the only one I can truly think of!" she caresses the book on the book rack. " hmmm, interesting. I can't find any better than that one in the classics," I say while walking toward her. " but I think sense and sensibility were nice too, you know," I whisper not wanting to disturb other people in the store

I swear to the Moon Goddess every time I so much as looked at Alyssa, whilst he was here, he’d be glaring daggers at me. No, I could sit comfortably with Alyssa in the library, eyes roaming over her like she was some ethereal beauty. Everything Alyssa did, she did with purpose; even just flicking through the pages of books, she was stunning. The light of the library caught her in a way that made her glow. She was so beautiful.

The next day, after she finished the hike with the guy, she came straight to me to brag. "He looks super rich. Head to toe in designer brands, and he was really polite and such a gentleman." I widened my eyes, pretending to be surprised. "No way, could he be some rich heir? However, guys like that are usually surrounded by beautiful women. Why would he pay someone to go hiking with him?" Janet rolled her eyes at me. "Obviously, it's because I'm pretty. He said he saw my photos online and was instantly attracted. He didn't even hesitate before booking me."

A face that she registered as beautiful before she could stop herself. He sat two rows away and pulled out a book. Anna looked at him. She looked away, then looked back. He was beautiful. Objectively, undeniably, annoyingly beautiful. The beauty made you understand why people write poetry about strangers. He was reading something literary, she could tell by the cover design, and he had absolutely no idea she was staring at him. She compared him to Enoch before she could stop herself. It was involuntary and completely unacceptable. He was beautiful, yes. He was exactly the kind of man who belonged on a list like hers. But Enoch's beauty was different. No one could top him in her book. She sig

he hissed in my ear shooting a wave of heat through my body. “Anyway, be my judge, rate this from 1 to 10, and try not to bruise my ego, babe,” he says handing the book over to me. I gape until my jaw hits the floor. Words don’t leave my mouth…I can’t describe how beautiful the painting in front of me is. The stars, the fence, the grass, and everything is just….Amazing.

“The flower that you love is not in danger...” His voice was soft, low, like a lullaby. My eyelids grew heavy. “You’re beautiful, but you’re empty...” Then a pause. A long one. “No one could die for you...” “I know...” I didn’t know if that reply came from the book, or from him. Maybe I was already dreaming. “The most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or touched... they are felt with the heart.” Then silence. I peeked through my sleepy eyes and bit my lip.