Novel 1984 Novels & Stories

She glanced back down at the leather-bound book resting on the floorboards beside her. The empty pages seemed to stare up at her, daring her to turn them. With a trembling hand, she picked it up again, the leather warm against her palm. She knew she should get up, should finish unpacking, should do something practical, anything to distract herself from the throbbing between her legs. But she couldn't. She was hooked. The anonymous writer had become a guide, a seductress whispering secrets into her ear, and Pinky was a willing student, desperate to learn every lesson.

How could I sleep with my two eyes closed, knowing that Angela might be plotting my desk just to take over my empire? I tried watching a movie on my phone, but it wasn't helping. I got bored in the end. However, the slumber I wished for never came. Rather, my eyes widened like I was some sort of security at a company. In the process of trying to figure out a perfect solution, my eyes caught a glimpse of a bottle of liquor beside the bed. I smiled. “Now that's what I'm talking about,” But the moment I remembered the doctor's warning against the intake of liquor, sadness strolled back to my face again.

I could feel an intense gaze on me but i didn’t dare to look at the direction it’s coming from. I opened my book and started working, but that feeling didn’t go away, i was definitely being watched. Mr Isaac’s voice echoed in the classroom. “Winston Smith is the protagonist of which George Orwell novel?” I raised my hand. “Yes Miss Jenkins” “1984” “Very, very good Miss Jenkins, that is correct can you tell me what genre of book does Danielle Steel primarily write?” “Romance” “Excellent! What do George Eliot, George Sand and Acton Bell all have in common?”

Ivana cocked her head to the side. "Remember I promised to fess up everything, I think it's time, Ivana, I know it's hard to believe what I'm going to say but please be patient, I'll explain everything to you. The truth is this world is the world I created, in short, we're inside my novel," She confessed. A burst of laughter tore the silence in the room, "Nice one," Ivana laughed out aloud. "I know it's hard to believe but it's true," Arielle let out a nervous laugh.

Switching the hand holding the lid, she felt along the spines, divining by the width and the feel of the binding which one she wanted. She set the book on the floor beside her as she eased her head out from the trunk then closed it carefully. Getting her feet beneath her, she reached for her book, then gave a terrified scream seeing a man’s shoes standing just beyond it. Scrambling to her feet, Evelyn crashed against the wall of the baggage car. “Well, I do sthay, what have we here?” Daniel Prince’s tawny eyes skimmed her slowly and he shuffled another step closer, kicking her book aside.

She arrived at the part where the main character in the story failed from an imminent wedding ceremony, which only needed to say the wedding vows and was crushed by an unexpected reality. So that's a secret that is the answer to all the mysteries implied from the beginning of the novel. This is the surprise Diana told her to anticipate. Kat placed the novel in her lap and smiled faintly, suddenly feeling awe at the novel in her hands. This is an eighteenth century novel, but the story is truly extraordinary. Suddenly her cell phone rang. Kat glanced over and frowned. There was Adrian's name flashing there, complete with a photo of the two of them, embracing each other for the camera in a lau

It was a novel about a girl who was mysteriously transported a thousand years back in time and first became the second daughter of the Qu family before she was married to the Eight Prince of Dongue. I enjoyed the novel for its intriguing plot twist that had me glued to my phone for hours. I was momentarily distracted by the novel because I had forgotten about Draven and the ongoing war. Well, until the door suddenly burst open. That's when I noticed that it was soon getting dark out, and the room was already so dark that I could barely make out the people standing right outside the door. There were four able-bodied men. As I tried to make out the people by their stature, I realised that ther

The first novel I read was by Louisa May Alcott; Little Woman, and then moved on to other feminist novels such as Handmaid's Tale and Pride and Prejudice—the book I'm holding right now. Well, I shouldn't be going around the library looking for a novel I like because what I'm supposed to be doing is taking care of a crazy bastard named Rhysand del Millero, who's on the phone. But I don't want to do that. I'd rather buy time with the books in front of me until the helicopter he's waiting for comes over to the bullshit he started. Damn, I hate this situation. I hate being stuck with a domineering, powerful man who loves to be heard more than to hear, and hates that I can't do anything.

He heads to the mall’s food court area to unpack the items and check out the plots as well. The series is a medley of genre set in a dystopic time. He is amazed at the condition of the books, they feel… brand new? He takes his time to admire and study their condition for almost a hundred times. As he grabs the orange books, he feels the hard cover and runs his hand on the embossed title – The Darkest Minds.

I don’t play games. Eric: How are you? Irina: I’m good, right now I am here at Coffee Bean, drinking a cup of caramel macchiato, and eating a slice of milk tea cake and writing a novel. Eric: Wow, delicious. What genre of novel is that? Irina: About dreams and time travel, self-love, peace and isolation, loneliness, desperation, and life and death. It’s not a love story, but almost a love story. Eric: Doesn’t sound like a love story to me, but it seems Interesting,