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"But that is the purpose of it. Books are designed to give you a wide sense of imagination. They were created so all of us can see beyond the physical world. I am not a good reader but I still can't stop myself from reading a lot of books about keeping calmness in my heart. If you ask me why I read those kinds of books, I will give you a lot of answers you would be pleased to hear." "I wish that was easy to actually do. I am more of a fan of historical books. I like reading about the dark ages and how medieval men lived their lives when the Catholic Church was killing millions of innocent people in the name of God." "So, you do read a lot?" The woman cut me quickly. "I didn't say I read a lo

I tell her, pulling a book from the shelf. "That's okay," she says with a slight chuckle. "I'm still trying to be the single orgasmic woman." "Okaaaay," I say slowly, wondering if she expects me to comment on that. "There are different types of books depending on whether it's for you or your partner," I explain, noticing her wedding band for the first time. "For your partner, I have a popular one called She Comes First: The Thinking Man's Guide to Pleasuring a Woman."

"Is there a historical library here? I wonder what kind of books you guys have!" "Do you like reading books?" "Sometimes," she beams. "I mostly read science fiction and adventure books! Now look at this! I feel like I am dreaming!" "Aren't women most interested in romance? Knight saves a damsel in distress? A forbidden love? Star crossed lovers?" "Not all!" Mizuko snorted. "I love it when the leading characters are strong, unbeatable and chill. It bores me when the lead is weak and too kind." "Do you not know how boring it is to be too powerful?" he questions her. "I know someone too powerful that he views everything boring and monotone. Nothing excites him, not even when he takes a life."

she retorted me prompting to look at her while keeping my gaze on the document laid out before me In the organization, I always avoided interacting with her since it was unnecessary most of the time. “I have something for you also,” she further said pulling a Gift box wrapped with paper. There was a huge, pink ribbon that surrounded the whole packaging and enraged me due to its tackiness. I thought for a while then I took the box from her hands. “You’re welcome,” She replied, I took it with a bit of suspicion and opened it with much anticipation for the worst. Turning it around I saw a pile of books. The titles made my stomach churn: “How can a woman become a better wife?”, “cooking tips for

“Quiet doesn’t mean unbothered. Just good at hiding it.” We fell into silence. The only sound was distant thunder rumbling above ground. I wondered how long we’d be down here. Minutes stretched. My mind wandered to how close he was. How alone we were. “Tell me something,” I said finally. “Why’d you become a librarian? You don’t seem like the type who likes being stuck behind a desk all day.” Mr. Kane exhaled softly. “Books don’t talk back. They don’t expect small talk. I like the order. And the stories. What about you? History major with a focus on obscure trade? That’s not common.”

“For training.” I smiled despite myself. “Tell her thank you.” The maid hesitated. “Actually…” “What?” “She said not to thank her.” I frowned. “Why?” “You’ll understand later.” Strange… very strange. That evening, I wandered into the library again, this time not to read but because I wanted silence. I returned yesterday’s books. The librarian smiled nervously. “I found something else you may enjoy.” He placed a slim volume before me. It wasn’t about kings or bloodlines or prophecies. Its title read; Forgotten Women of the First Kingdom.

she wants to be wicked? There's a kind of glamour to wickedness She wouldn't be the first. Famously, it's usually men who have such ambitions, who become the serial killers for the fame and the notoriety, for the corrupted romance of it all. But there's no reason it couldn't be a woman. Femme Fatale. Fatale... Exotic. Alluring. ... And in a blinding, Paulian moment, I see it. Scrambling for Juliana's one and only book, the plant poisons text, I find the page I want. Even squinting through the dim green light, It takes me less than ten seconds to spot what I'm looking for. And flicking over the page confirms it.

She had poisoned herself and it was not only the alcohol's fault, but also the constant stress and exhaustion that had been accumulating for a long time. As she passed by the bookshelves, she decided to take some book to read. She was delighted with Matthew's collection. There were all the books written by Clive Cussler, one of her favourite writers, as well as a lot of books by Michael Crichton and Duncan Falconer. What surprised her more was to see all of John Grishams' novels.

“Are you serious right now?” Henry said “You asked me for a secret and there it is.” Ann said “This is rather shocking.” Henry replied “How is it shocking? I’m just like every normal lady that gets dumped after their partner gets tired of them.” Ann said “I doubt that’s what it is in your case. No man in his right mind will get tired of a lady like you.” Henry said “Why do you think so? It’s barely a month since we met,do you think you know me already?” Ann said

, a thousand thoughts started flooding Amelia’s mind. Like Sarah, Amelia too was using a pseudonym, ‘Daffodil’ in the books she wrote for Dr Torres publishing house. Unlike Sarah who wrote fiction, Amelia wrote only four cookbooks for the publishing house documenting the traditional British recipes of rural Britain that her grandmother who hailed from a countryside in Great Britain had taught her. Amelia had met Peter in the publishing house and he had swept her over with his suave looks and refined manners.