Re Reading Novels & Stories

"You broke me. And then you walked back into my life ten years later like it was nothing and now I'm supposed to live in your house and carry your child and watch you kiss your ex outside a fertility clinic and just..." "Fuck! I said I didn't kiss her." His voice cracked this time slightly. "She grabbed me Lucia. I didn't...I was looking for you. I found Anna and I was asking her what she was doing there and she saw you coming and she..." He stopped again. His hands went into his pockets. "I couldn't finish the sentence because saying it feels like it happened again and it makes me sick." The street was quiet around them and people were begining to notice them even though they pretended not

Like, I don't know how to do it😂 I've never read it before, so, I think you understand me now😭😂I'm sure the last two paragraphs were terrible af😔buttt, I'm trying my best 😂Just accept me like that, I'm not a romantic soul😂🤲🏾Anyway, there's only one more chapter left till the epilogue🤩 Stay glued to your phones😂 Love you guys🦋♥️

"Can't you read?" Shocked by his anger, and humiliated beyond anything she's ever experienced, Eden burst into tears. "I'm sorry." She said, but she had no idea what she's apologising for until Gibby turned to her, her face taut, her lips stretched in a thin hard line. "Did you not read Mr Anderson's dietary requirements? I sent them through this morning. I reminded you to check the email." Eden shook her head; she hadn't had a chance to do anything on her laptop other than go through his schedule.

"I want you to help me get closer to my family again but with this new identity, like somehow, I have to introduce myself, Sara David, to them personally." “So that you can get close to them and do the same thing as they did, and take your revenge”. He said, as if he had read my mind. "Exactly". I nodded my head. "okay you may leave" he said with a stern look and then carried on to read his book.

He put the coffee down. He put it down without looking at the counter, setting it by feel, keeping his eyes on the screen, and he read it again. Not because the first reading had been unclear. Because the first reading had been perfectly clear and he needed the second reading to do the thing that second readings sometimes did, which was to reveal some qualifying clause or contextual detail that altered the meaning of the first. The second reading found no such clause. There was no alteration. It said what it said. He opened the post directly.

"Two hours is more than sufficient." "Goodnight, Mrs. Pelham," I say. “Good night, Alpha.” She leaves me to eat, which I do while working. I read the same paragraph of the Strathfield report four times and get different information out of it each time, which is not how my brain usually operates, and I close the file and open it again and read the paragraph a fifth time and get the same result. ‘You could just admit it,’ my wolf huffs. "Admit what?"

he said. "Yes," she said. She opened it to the first page and turned it so they could both see and they leaned toward it in the way they both leaned toward things that required reading — forearms on the table, the particular angle that meant you were taking it seriously. She had not reread it since the morning. She was curious, now that he was beside her, what it would be like to read it as a document rather than as a recovered piece of herself. It was funnier than she had expected.

After I was finished with that one, I set it aside and started reading some more. By my third book, I thought I was never going to find anything useful. Nor was anyone else for that matter. Halfway through the book though, I had to reread a sentence repeatedly and even blinked my eyes to make sure I wasn’t seeing something that wasn’t there. “I found something!” I exclaimed, a sense of giddiness filling me.

First date,(sort of) **************** Narrators pov **************** Anthony and Emma left the mansion for their own home a few minutes past nine at night. He was happy to see his family again and looked forward to his date with Elena. He didn't know if she had remarried or not but he noticed she still had her wedding ring on. For what it was worth, he hoped to get back his wife and child if they were willing to come with him. But, he would understand if Elena wasn't interested in the marriage again.

Asked if he needed anything before five. He said no thank you. She nodded. Went back to her desk. He watched her go. Three more days of this. Three more mornings of coffee at the right temperature and good morning in the same register and thank you Olivia and her filing it and him filing it and neither of them showing the other what was underneath. He could do three days. He picked up the Reinholt pre-read. The sections she had flagged were exactly the right ones. He read them. And did not think about what it meant that even now, even knowing everything he knew, the