Novel & Cerita Never Touch A Books

Only five books were not too thick. “Is this all you have here?” Her eyes narrow. “Yes, these are books you might borrow, Miss.” Her frown grew even more when she heard his explanation. She sighed, then nodded as she said, “Okay, thanks.” When she was about to touch the book, her hand stopped midair. “I won’t get hurt from touching it, right?” “No, Miss. You will be fine.” Although she had doubts, in the end she touched the cover of the book with a trembling hand, and nothing happened after she touched it. She let out a sigh of relief.

She kept looking at the disappearing figure of her daughter as if she had already her precious baby girl. “Very good. You are on time.” Dankein hauled up from his seat and grabbed the nag Scarlet was carrying. He peeked inside and found a ridiculously huge book covering almost the whole of her backpack. He was about to touch the book when Evanora's words reverberated in his ears, “Don’t touch the book with your hands. If needed, use a cloth. There must be a barrier between the book and you. The only people allowed to touch it are Scarlet, Emerald, and the Old Dead Emperor kn this material world.”

Crimson collected the book from her hand. "Your hands not reaching your ears means that you are still very young and not allowed to start reading love stories so from now you are only allowed to read books like Cinderella, frozen, Moana, Alex in the Wonderland and other Disney stories apart from that, no William Shakespeare books until your hands can reach your ears okay." Crimson said. "But why? I don't want to read that, they are so boring." Pearl pouted.

- Why did you do that - my friend sits on the stool behind the counter and reminds me behind the counter and reminds me: -It's not a sin to read unusual books. unusual. -I know. - I try to explain when I can't understand it myself. understand. -I fully believe that everyone should be allowed to read whatever they want without being judged. - Scarlett looks at me as if I've lost her mind, and maybe she has. -I read some pretty racy books, too. I read some pretty racy books too. -Okay. - She blinks several times before shrugging her shoulders.

It has a stylish accent for each living room. The smell of old books lingers through my nostrils. It’s calling me to touch every page and experience its untold stories. My fingers darted on a hard object. It lost me with amazement that it didn’t bother me, not until blood emerged from the tip of my finger.

She waved me away with her hand, a knowing smile on her face. "My point is, fill the books with your thoughts and bind them tightly." Grandma nodded, looking much more serious. "Tuck the books on their shelves and leave them there." "That's it?" I questioned. It seemed far too easy. "That's it." Grandma nodded, "The more you practice, the easier it will get. But I'll warn you Lola, it's all too easy for the books to be shredded when you're first starting out." "Got it." I nodded. How hard could it be to keep my brain books from being touched?

After my lunch break, however, when I've done every other task I can think of, I'm forced to acknowledge that it's finally time to suck it up and start working on the piles of merchandise. I consider going all in and diving right into the T-shirts, but I decide it's better to start with something a little safer. Something that isn't going to bring my lunch right back up. Like... books. An entire bookshelf got knocked over in the scuffle, and the volumes are scattered across the floor. Books aren't obnoxious like neon clothing and key chains, right? Wrong.

Thanks for reading. Add all my books to your library and please you can recommend someone

She didn't want to put herself on the spot and so she pulled her friends with her knowing that they would do nothing to stop her. Stepping into the aisle where the kinds of books she wanted to get were displayed, she retracted immediately at the sight of the tall man standing there. It was like an unspoken rule for her whenever she went to a bookstore; don't interrupt someone's presence on the aisle. The moments were golden to her, she wasn't going to dispute that.

Natalia's POV: “I am just kidding, but books are fun, and if you ever get to change your mind, I have lots of recommendations.” If I wanted to be close to her, I needed to have same interest as her, right? “You know what, I might just take you up on that.” Across the room, Caterina groaned. “Mio Dio!” She cried. “Don't let her influence you, we can't have two of you with your noses buried in books all the time!”