Never Touch A Books Mga Nobela at Kwento

Her continuous proximity and eye contact are not helping. Lea smiles a bit shyly at me and I can’t help but twist my lips upward at her easy smile. I want to reach out and touch her but I don’t know how she will receive it. So, I force my hands to stay where they are because I don’t want to freak her out right now. She has overcome all of my senses and I don’t even remember why I was that tense in the first place.

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There was silence in the library, silence in which only Camila's agitated breathing could be heard. His hands were shaking, he wanted to see what he had behind him, but he remembered what a person told him one day: When you feel a presence near you, don't turn around, that's what they want you to do, so they will mark you as theirs and it will be difficult for them to leave you alone, you know why? Because they memorize your face. They look your fears in your eyes, so whatever you do, don't turn around, always go straight.

The sandal wood and the smell of books filled the air. “it’s so stylish” “you bet” Elena tossed me a feather duster to dust the books on the shelf while she vacuumed. “you do this everyday” “no, not everyday just Thursdays and when sire, wants me to but it’s off limits.” “it is” I replied dusting as I tried to reach for the table. “don’t touch it” “why? I need to dust it and arrange the books on it.” “I will handle it. Sire, likes his table arranged the way he leaves it.”

“Because symmetrical arrangements make rich people feel judged.” I blinked once. “That might be the stupidest thing I’ve heard since arriving here.” “It’s called design.” “It’s called a cry for help.” One of the servants nearby choked on a laugh before quickly pretending to dust something. Kael shot him a look sharp enough to peel paint. Then he turned back to me. “You’re moving them too close together.” “No, I’m fixing them.” “You’re making the table look crowded.” “And you’ll make it look haunted with your “design””

She smiled, placing her hands on her waist. "Really? there's a library? Yes!" I clenched my right fist frantically in the air, excitement written all over me. Back at home, A Library was an abomination. I guess I forgot to mention there was a rule about books also? Well, here it goes. Eric had concluded that books lie. He had this ludicrous theory that books trap people. He said it's similar to a disease, a terrible sickness that has no cure. Makes humans rapted in an imaginary world, completely forgetting what reality brings.

Martin walks so close to Kate and grabs her neck and pulls her towards him in force as he whispers in his dark angry voice "Who gave you the permission to touch this book! Don't you know that no one is allowed to touch any books from the library other than royal family!" "I... I am so sorry Mr. wood... I just wanted to read that book, but I promise you that I won't do this anymore, so... so please let me go!" kate started to beg, looking at him in her teary eyes. She tried to free herself from him but it was so hard, She don't know what to do.

She moved closer and embrace her sister in a tight hug. Janette swallowed another knot of tears as she stared at the pile of books before her. She picked the first one and scanned the title: the manners that win, win what? She pondered, she opened the second one at random and began to read: never open your mouth when chewing food in any social gathering, don’t bite your fingernails, it would be considered as a gaucherie in the presence of others. Janette hissed and thumped the book shut. Trying to read all these trivial things seemed useless. Who doesn’t know is bad to bite their fingernails? But she still does it, anyway. She was still sitting alone on the table inside the library when with

I gave myself one rule going in: don't touch anything. It was a good rule. Clean. Simple. The kind that left no room for the particular creative reasoning I was capable of when a situation presented itself and my brain started generating justifications faster than my discipline could review them. Don't touch anything meant don't open doors, don't lift lids, don't pull files, don't leave fingerprints on surfaces that someone clever would trace back to a Silver Dawn field investigator who was absolutely not authorized to be inside the Supreme Alpha's compound walls.

Kara muttered beneath her breath. "Mind if I glance around?." "Sure!." I watched her walk up to the table, then the fireplace and finally the book shelf, as she used her fingers to trail the dusty and bulky books on the shelf. Walking up to her, I smiled at her, I told her some of the things I know about the books. "This one was his favorite book, but he never let me touch it, always said it wasn't yet time for him to tell me, what the book entails, that it's content would be told me when I was ready." I explained.