Re Reading Novels & Stories

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Breed Me, Daddy Alpha: The First Mark Chapter 14: Cassidy’s Mark Wakes Up Cassidy — First Person I read the first carrier’s document for the fourth time on a Friday evening. Not because I needed to. I had it memorized by the third reading. I read it again because each time I read it something new surfaced — not a new word or a new meaning, but a new layer of recognition. The way a piece of music sounds different when you’ve been through a hard thing since you last heard it.

The words didn't blur. Her phone buzzed. Idris: What are you doing? She typed: Reading. The book again? The book again. Why? She looked at the page. The words she'd read a hundred times. The sentences she thought she understood. Because I think I missed something. That's what reading is for. She set the phone down. The room was quiet. The street below was quiet. She turned the page.

God, I was horny. My gaze continued to roam the cover as I thought about grabbing it. I did usually read during a soak. And the water had quickly turned cold before I could finish the chapter I was reading yesterday. But- “Reading sounds painful.” I grumbled to myself. After re-reading the same instructions for hours today, I would rather not continue to read. Whether it was for my enjoyment or personal gain, I felt as if I couldn’t read another word. I was too mentally exhausted to even try.

And a far too complicated one for her to understand. “But me like stowies.” “You're too young for this one. How about I read you one instead? I'm sure that your mom packed a book or two.” “Yes yes yes.” Later... “Again again.” I wouldn't have minded if it wasn't for the fact that I've read it six times. Or was it seven? Either way, I've read it enough times to even know it backwards. “How about we do something else?” “No. Papa wead again.” I don’t mind, but I know for a fact that my sanity was too low to be able to read it again.

I might as well throwing pillows at him, for he reacts like nothing is happening. "You must not value your life if you think lying is going to set you free." he says, as he throws me on the ground hard. A crumpled piece of paper is thrown at my feet, and I cough, trying to clear my throat. "READ IT." he orders, throwing something against the furthest wall from us. It breaks down, crumbling to pieces, and I flinch, grabbing the note with shaking hands. Reading it carefully, my hands tighten on the crumpled parchment:

And also, even if it is already edited, I can't assure you that it won't have mistakes anymore since making mistakes is inevitable. I'll reread and edit it all over again so expect some changes if ever you decide to read the chapter again. Thank you for understanding.

" I continue to sob in the arms I finally realize are Willamina's. "My sweet little angel, what have I done to you." She kept rubbing my back "I should have known I hate myself for not recognizing the signs." I feel her pull me in closer. "You're still trying to heal and here I am being a bitch when I still have nightmares."

DELILAH I move closer to the intoxicating scent around me. It smells so familiar, but I can't place where I’ve smelled it before. It smells so good that I don't even want to open my eyes to check where it’s coming from. It calms my heart and makes me want to spend the whole day wrapped around it. I let out a sigh and feel my breath bounce back against my face. That's odd; why did that happen? I slowly open my eyes to find out what's wrong. My eyes widen as I come face to face with a rock-hard chest. I quickly check my body to ensure I didn't do what I think I might have done. I know I drank a lot last night, but I am not one to have a drunken one-night stand. A breath of relief escapes me on

Cerise was happy as well but had moved to California for college by that point. POV Scarlett I smiled when I looked at my phone to see that Ruby was calling. I wouldn't have to pretend for at least a few moments. I savored the time with her since it was only then that I could truely be myself Scarlett: Dear cousin, how are you? Ruby: I'm great! I have news. Scarlett: Ohh. Tea! Spill! Ruby: Guess who's moving back to Rose Hills? Scarlett: Really? Please tell me that you aren't playing a cruel joke on me.