Novel & Cerita Not Quite By The Book

"That's no fun." "Neither is failing your SATs." He groaned but turned back to the book. "Fine. If you’re going to be that way…”

Grayson stands off to the side, unobtrusive. My palms are clammy. My brain instantly short wires. But then a grand plan pops into my head. So genius. I point to the book we’d discussed the previous evening. There’s no bookmark sticking out, so I’m guessing he hasn’t yet begun A Tale of Two Cities. I ask, “May I read with you?”

I said talking his phone and saved it in his mobile. "I really hope you know what you are actually doing." I said looking at him. "I think I do. But do you?" he asked looking at me. "I have to figure it I guess." I replied rubbing my hands. "I really hope you do it fast then." He said. "Yeah! I too hope so." I said and started walking towards my next class. After entering it I placed my book on the table and looked at all the students. I just stood there looking at them and they all looked at me confused.

The air smelled faintly of beeswax polish and old ink, and the only real movement in the space—besides the occasional turn of a page—was the gentle swirl of dust that danced in the light. I was supposed to be studying. The book in front of me—Runic Inflection and Spell Preservation: An Annotated History—was cracked open, the spine bowed like it had been read and re-read for decades, and still, none of it made sense. My quill lay forgotten beside it, the ink on its tip long dry, and my mind… well, my mind had wandered. But not nearly as far as Ingrid’s.

I quickly find the section I was looking for, the history section. Climbing the ladder, I went row by row searching for one particular word but couldn't find it, the library was huge then how come I can't find the exact book I was looking for? I skimmed through all the book in that row to no avail. It's was getting really frustrated and my strength with enthusiasm was weaning out, I turned to leave in anger when I mistakenly pushed down a book from it place, I quickly picked it up to place it back on the counter when I caught a glimpse of it name.

“What book are you talking about?” Oh shoot, Deja thought, realizing her slip. Time for some world-class backpedaling. “Oh, uh...” She quickly backpedaled like a pro. “You know, metaphorically speaking. Like, if my life was a book. But it’s not. Obviously. Because that would be crazy. Right?” She shot him her best “I definitely did not just mess up” grin, which, let’s be real, wasn’t fooling anyone. Ren’s lips quirked into a smile, but his eyes remained concerned. “Deja Moreau, you are the most chaotic, confusing, captivating woman I have ever met.”

What the hell am I doing In a stranger's bed? I said silently to myself, I lift the duvet up again and NOPE! I wasn't dreaming, we were completely naked. This can't be good I have sex with a stranger, my sister is gonna kill me for not coming home. I can't seems to remember anything from lastnight. I slowly pulled his hands off me. I scooped up my clothes and rushed in the bathroom that was adjoining to the room. I freshen up myself and put on my clothes then walked back out seeing the stranger up and smirking at me. "You're up wild lady?" He said smirking

Nothing more nothing less' He thought while inhaling and exhaling slowly as he continued reading the book. Little did he know that the characters there were described were truthfully depicted only with figurative scenarios, he never questioned about the publishing of the book why it was still in the empire when it disrespect the emperor's family because he was too focused on the issue of the name Yragus and about continuing to read it

I felt heat start to pool low and a blush start to crawl up my neck. "About his ability to make himself everyone's problem." "Well, that tracks. At least from the little bit I've known him." She leaned closer to Rowan's section and started reading the titles off like she was browsing a bookstore. The books were a chaotic mix, some genuinely useful, others questionably so, but all jammed together in no particular order. She pointed to the first spine, reading it outloud, her voice dripping with judgement. "How to Win and Argument Without Throwing a Punch."

“Alright.” Leo blinks. “That’s it?” I shrug lightly, though my pulse has already started to quicken. “What’s the alternative? Hide? Refuse? That only reinforces their narrative.” “And walking into that house doesn’t?” “It reframes it,” I say. “There’s a difference.” He watches me carefully, then something like admiration flickers across his face. “You’re terrifying,” he says quietly. “Only when necessary.” The Thorne estate is exactly what I expect—and somehow worse.