Passion In Reading Novels & Stories

She replied, avoiding his gaze because she was scared that he may be able to look directly into his eyes. "Why did the passion die?" Again, Harry asked, leaving Edna racking her brain seriously, before coming up with a credible reason. "As an adult, so many life situations arises and when they do, we have to stand up and try to find solution to this problems. In the process of finding solution, we might end up loosing the things we once derived joy from. This is the reason why I lost passion in reading." For a moment Harry stared at Edna, who had a look of sadness on her face, while making her explanation. He had totally not expected such a answer from her. Th

A smile crawls to my face as my gaze runs across the cover and the excitement that comes with resuming a reading that you've enjoyed so much, blows through me as I flip to my previous page. 'Love is a strange thing, and it happens in the most unexpected way. Love is indescribable and it's often mistaken. Lust. Infatuation. Adoration. Likeness. So many of these are mistaken for love, and the greatest of all is an obsession. These emotions are—' "Hey, Carson. " Emerson calls, barging through my door, halting my reading and I lift my face from my book with a scowl directed at him. "Why the fuck didn't you knock?"

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She read the details of the said website and Danielle smiled. She loved reading and writing romance stories. Her interest aroused again. She logged into the website and filled in the necessary information needed to apply as an author/writer online. Before going to sleep, she prayed to God that all her plans will go out well. She closed her eyes and went to sleep. The night was peaceful and warm. As the morning sun rises, Danielle woke up from her bed. She stood up and tidied her bed before going outside the house. She looked

YOUR LOVE IS ALL I NEED TO FEEL COMPLETE Annika's pov : Before I could understand anything he put his one hand on my waist slowly & pushed me to him. He tightened his grip ...I was feeling that my Heart breath going very faster than ever ..It looks like that my Heart will be out from my Body. His one touch make me so much numb. He came near me slowly ...He took my Hair strands away from my face gently..I gasped. God plz help me.

“I don’t want you to lose your job. They stared at each other with mutual understanding. And suddenly, they were painfully aware that they were alone in the house. She got excited and could almost feel her wetness slide down her thigh as her chest heaved up and down. Without warning, Elio moved towards her, lust and darkness in his eyes.

“Are the books you love reading cutesy and predictable?” “Yes.” “Are you the only person who reads them? Or is there an audience?” “There’s definitely an audience.” I brushed hair from her face, letting my thumb linger on her cheekbone. “What was the other thing? Takes time, it’s a passion project. Sweetheart, time passes anyway. Might as well spend it on something that lights you up.” She scrunched her nose but tilted her face into my touch. “You and your annoyingly rational brain.” “Where have you been hiding all this creative energy?”

she said - daddy’s sweet little girl. It was fascinating to watch her theater. My sister knew exactly how to win over an audience with her untamable spirit. Sometimes I felt her body was far too small for her wild, ravenous, and secretly disturbed soul. Everything became too intense with her. Passivity was tedious. She craved action. She needed the stares, the spotlight, the leading role. If Iris wasn’t the protagonist, there was no story. If she wanted to win, then victory was already hers. If she wanted someone else’s place, she would take it; if she desired another’s affections or accomplishments, she would steal them. So cunning and skillful that, by the time you noticed, everything had

This felt too unreal, like those paid dramas I and mama used to watch when I was little. “Flustered? No” I answered. He stared at me, his wet hair dripping on his face, his eyes were calm, yet, they brimmed with passion. “So tell me Amelia, shall I name you the flustered cat? You seem flustered to me” he said, his eyes staring at mine and then down to my lips and then to my eyes again. What is this feeling? I could feel my heart hammering against my chest, my body feeling hot even with the Air conditioner turned on.

After composing herself, she met Joshua’s gaze and asked, “What are you doing, Joshua?” Joshua looked really pitiful. “I don’t want a divorce.” “And you’re using this method to force me not to go through the divorce?” Rain glared at him and clenched her fists. She always knew that Joshua loved Lily to an obsessive and extreme degree. She had once been envious and longed for it. Yet, when that obsessiveness was turned to her, she felt suffocated by it, so much so that anger and disgust rose in her. When the people downstairs kept calling for her to go home with him on Joshua’s behalf, those feelings reached a boiling point.