Must Read Fiction Books 소설 & 이야기

This way I don’t have to carry books everywhere, but I always have something readily available. The books I keep by my bed are ones that I want to read, but can sometimes be a bit slow in parts, so they help me fall asleep. I’m currently reading “Les Misérables” by Victor Hugo. It’s an amazing book, but some of the details can be a bit much. I’ve always preferred fiction, but some parts of Les Mis read more like a history textbook, perfect for those nights I need help falling asleep.

But I don't want to sound like I was taking advantage of it. Reading books has been a thing of man ever since. My friends would always nudge me back to reality since I am getting too engrossed in reading when I do find time to read or when I really get hooked with what I am reading. I always dream about owning a big space than my room at home to store the books I have collected through the years but never, as in never, in a million chance did I see myself getting to have or even receive a grand place like this as a library of my own. To me, it's still so magical having to be trapped in this place filled with fictional places stored on each of the pages.

And well, it expanded from there. I refuse to give in to the game's allure tonight and instead walk to my bookshelf for a happy read. My favorite worn titles stare back at me. There's a little something for everyone, from The Alchemist to pure smut romance, but I'm not pulled in. Hollywood turns every series I like into a movie anyway. I can wait it out.

I don't have any pending assignments right now, so I thought I'd read a story on the Good Novel app first. Ever since I couldn't buy physical books anymore, I started reading different stories about fantasy and romance on this app. At least I'm having fun, especially when I'm stressed out over school work and other stuff. I'm reading Miss Thinz's story Her Ruthless Alpha because I love Erdy and Zerra's story. I hope I can find a man like Erdy. They're not just handsome and rich, but they're also really loving and caring. But those kinds of men can only exist in novels.

“Oh so you pass time reading fiction and in the process you get stuck in the fictional world and escape reality.” “I guess you can say that,” Alex moved away from the book. Seb’s eyes were fixed on him as he shuffled through books on the shelf. Him picking a book obviously LGBTQ themed would probably pick his interest and his sexuality being the last thing he wanted to talk about, he quickly pretended to not see the book. “You should try reading sometimes.” “I have more than enough college textbooks I haven’t opened,” Seb shook his head. “I’ll rather spend my time doing something else.”

I mumbled to myself. That is accurate. Why can't they have only one or two truly good textbooks instead of publishing three, four, or even more interesting ones? I chose one of them and noticed that it was about a conflict between good and bad fairies, so I promptly returned it. No, I'm not reading five hundred pages of fictional tension and three fairy blatant hunks squabbling for a freaking so usual Disney princess. Give me a werewolf or vampire story with some alpha males on it any day.

Only that Charles called it rape--it had just been a forceful kiss, if you asked the therapist. This time however done with the pleasantries, Adulf Cain cross legged in dark slacks and boots was stoic while he figured out what earnest hemmingway's old man and the sea thing was all fogging about. Dr montoya came to stand beside him. "You told me last three years that you never read fiction. " "I told you I read the entire atlas shrugged. " "Why, that's fiction. " "Not anything from mills and boons is it? "He had not glanced back at her.

You can read the book for curiosity's sake but not reading the book will not disturb the flow of the story so enjoy ! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

“Whatever this is. Fantasy? Romance? Giant doorstops with dragons on the cover?” I gasped dramatically. “Did you just insult The Name of the Wind?” “I have no idea what that is,” he admitted with zero shame. “But I’m willing to be educated.” I grabbed his sleeve and tugged him toward the shelves. “You seriously don’t read fiction? At all?” “Not unless you count playbooks,” he said, trailing after me. “I’m more of a highlights-and-scouting-reports kind of guy.” “That’s tragic.” I ran my fingers along the spines of well-worn books, pulling one free. “Okay, this, this was my favorite when I was ten. Anne of Green Gables.”

Amazing, what is a better way to distract yourself than reading some dark romance books filled with smut. I got in the library and instantly felt a bit calm. Grabbing my favourite four books I got seated in a cosy comfortable corner, and started reading. An hour later I closed the fourth book in my hands as I groaned frustratingly. For god sake what's wrong with me? I couldn't even read a single book completely. I tried to read them for fifteen minutes and then put them aside while picking up another book. All of these books are my fucking comfort favourite books that I have re-read for so many times. The books whose MMC are my, to heart, book boyfriends.