Not Quite By The Book Novels & Stories

I said. ... The chocolate donuts were a distant memory, leaving nothing but a sugary aftertaste and a growing knot in my stomach. I shoved the heavy book away, the thick paper scraping against the wooden table. "Full confession," I said, my voice sharp with annoyance. "This is not going nearly as well as I thought it would." Runa and Selene both jerked their heads up. Selene tilted her head, her eyes wide. "What do you mean?" she asked.

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I interrupted. The window slid up again before she could finish. I didn’t look back once. As we pulled away, I flipped open a finance book from the seat pocket. “You’re reading a finance book? Right now?” “I’d rather do it now,” I said dryly Nate chuckled. “You’re impossible, sir.” I ignored him, skimming a paragraph about market shifts, though my mind wasn’t entirely on the text. It wasn’t until halfway through the drive that I asked, “What do women like?”

Aaron didn't speak, only reached out to smooth the covers around me. When his fingertips brushed through my hair, I caught a soft, almost imperceptible chuckle from him. (The End)

Aaron inquired, and she paused, closed her book, and met his gaze. "It's none of your business!" She snapped at him, but he smiled slightly. "The book is upside down," Aaron pointed out. Alice looked at the book as she opens it and realized her mistake, indicating that she had been pretending to read. She was left momentarily speechless, but she still felt the need to defend herself. She closed the book once again and set it aside. "So what? You don't get to tell me how to handle my book," she retorted, as Aaron gave a small smile.

Never in my entire life will I be caught by a book. I picked the book entitled Règles and put it in the corner of the table. The titles say that I won't be happy if I read it. I decided to start reading the book entitled Château, it looks trouble-free, I slowly opened the book and closed it again. I changed my mind, I put it in the corner together with the book Règles. I really hate books! I stare at the book for how many minutes and for the first time, something got my attention, a book got my attention! It is a book without a title but there is a mark on it, a wany crescent, the Cravens mark.

I'm going crazy," she scolded herself, trying to focus on reading the book. As she immersed herself in the book, the room's unsettling atmosphere seemed to fade, replaced by the intriguing words on the pages. Aleah couldn't help but feel a mix of curiosity and frustration about Hunter. He was a puzzle she wanted to solve, yet his enigmatic nature left her feeling uncertain. The anticipation of their next conversation lingered in her mind, making it difficult to concentrate fully on the book.

Grabbing a large one, I hide the test inside. Praying that my blush isn’t obvious as I giggle nervously I raise the book above my head. “I needed a break and wanted a new book, so I came over here and thought I’d try something different.” “Oh,” he looks at the title. Blinks twice, and then responds, “I’ve heard that one is pretty good.” I take a moment to look up at the book. On the cover is a picture of a woman wearing a dress with a torn bodice locked in a romantic embrace with a handsome centaur. The title implies something regarding the size of his anatomy and I feel myself burning in embarrassment.

Cameron asked. He shrugged. "I could, but not since college. I just need a breakthrough with this app I'm writing.” He said. He turned to Cameron, leaving what he was doing. "You know, it's already brilliant, but it's not as I want it to be. I just need for it to act that exact way, and yowza. It's perfect then.

I didn't need trouble; I had enough of it already. So, instead of fighting, I spent most of my time in the library or on the internet. I was learning; teaching myself about anything that interested me. I had a knack of remembering things; not everything, I don't have a photographic memory or anything (and, honestly, there's no such thing as a photographic memory – that's just a fiction you find in books, movies and television), I just had a very good memory. I was also really good at applying things I learned in one field to problems I discovered in another. Correlative analysis, I think I heard someone call it once. Whatever it was, I turned out to be really, really good at it.