Read A Book Fast Novels & Stories

Just look at these large bookshelves to see it clearly. In the bookshelves with a total of nearly a thousand books that Alpha King had all read at once, his reading speed was definitely faster than ordinary people. When Alpha King returned, I would definitely ask him to recommend some good books on business to me and ask him to teach me some skills to be able to read books quickly and remember them for a long time. I blinked at the giant bookshelf, bewildered as to which book to start reading. If Alpha King was here, it would be great, he would definitely give me a good suggestion.

I started reading from the first page, and gradually, I became absorbed—so absorbed I didn’t even notice someone had sat down beside me. Until Justus sneered, “You’re reading that fast—do you even understand it?” I raised my head and glanced sideways, seeing the disdain all over his face. He must have recognized me. “None of your business.” I snapped back and continued reading. I flipped through the pages quickly—not because I understood everything, but because once I read something once, I could almost remember it. Justus couldn’t hold back. “Reading that fast means you’re just playing around, wasting time. What a waste of Hoyles’ treasure! With that kind of attitude, how dare you be Hoyles

"I didn't notice." "That's the best kind of reading." A pause. "What do you think?" She looked at the page. The words were clear. The sentences made sense. I think I like it. Then keep reading. --- At 9, Maya closed the book. She was halfway through. She hadn't meant to read that much. She just kept turning pages. Her phone buzzed. Idris: Did you finish? Halfway. That's fast. I couldn't stop. That's the best kind of book.

He read as though it were a procedure. This was the only way I could describe it. He held the book at a reasonable angle and he read at a pace that was neither rushed nor artificially slow, the pace of someone who had determined the correct pace through prior consideration and was now implementing it. He did not do the voices. He did not add editorial commentary or pause to discuss the illustrations. He simply read, steadily and clearly, the words on the page in the order they were written. The book was about a bear and a rabbit who were trying to determine which of them could stay awake longer.

400 pages. "We did it," I wheeze. "Every session. Catalogued." My publisher calls ten minutes later. She’s read the draft. "This will change literature," she says, her voice breathless. "It’s... it’s erotic memoir meets tech philosophy. It’s the Bible of the new age." "It's just our life," I say, sipping water. "We want to fast-track the release," she says. "And we want a live reading." I freeze. "A reading?"

***** Book Two: Betrothed to the Ruthless Barbarian King Leila’s point of view I just ran out of pages, I closed the book slowly, reluctantly….. like the story would disappear forever if I shut it too fast. It didn’t, it never did. That was the problem with reading fictional books. The stories didn’t end when you reach the last page, they stayed. They clung to your chest, wrapped around your thoughts, sank into your bones like something permanent, leaving you stranded in the last paragraph like someone pulled the ground beneath your feet mid step.

Audrey even had a doubt if the other party could still understand what was written on those pages with such speed that she was reading it. The number of books that they had read each is twice as much as the books that Audrey had read so far. It looked as if among the three of them, it was actually Audrey who was slacking off. While her two other pets were busy grinding the books, she as the one who asked for their help in the first place was the one who has the slowest pace. Both Nero and Charmy had already read around more than ten piles of books combined. While she on the other hand only had two piles of books so far.

I remember how I once read so hard for an exam. I read majority of the book and decided to sleep for an hour, after which I will read the remaining parts. I woke up hours later to discover that I was late for the exam. I told myself that since I have read most of the book then I should ace the exam.

Declan hesitates, sharing a glance with Noah. My heart beats too loudly in my ears. A growl slips from Declan, it sounds so pained my insides curl against themselves. Still, I stand with my hand outstretched, the weight of the book doesn’t bother me, and I steel myself against it. Whatever it is… I can’t feel worse than the actual victim. With a deep breath, my eyes go to the pages. Running down the pages, from years of practice, I can read fast, my eyes greedily take in the words.

“I am not done with the book, but it already speaks to me.” Christopher wasn’t one who thought a reader had to read at a speed, finishing books in a day or two. To him, a reader was to read at a pace that worked for them, giving them the opportunity to understand and digest the text, so it was permanent in their memory. He nodded in response, not having any reply for her.