Read A Book Fast Novels & Stories

‘Fingers of Knowledge! I spread out my hands and began to skip about. Whatever book my fingers touched would make its content known to me. I hadn't really done any exercise for a while, so this would work out as a substitute. After going to the place where I could find basic knowledge, I absorbed all the knowledge there in just fifteen minutes because I was moving exceptionally fast. Some books were just on insights and experiences some grand masters shared on their days as 2-star beast tamers. These experiences were quite enjoyable to scan through. But what was funny was that, dozens of them were flooding into my head simultaneously.

“Tessa.” “I need to get to the library,” I say and make a U-turn, shuffling down the hallway like Uzain Bolt. If I am fast enough, I will make a photocopy of the chapters we will be reading today. I can get the whole novel later. Ben used a photocopy for The Old Man And The Sea, I should be allowed to do the same for this text.

Jackson, who is usually the most sceptical of our group, speaks up. “What do you mean, more researched?” Braydon takes the book Jackson holds up and flicks through the pages. None of us knows how, but he has an inhuman ability to read shit at lightning speed. It’s like he looks at the page and takes it all in as one picture, everything making sense at a glance. At least that’s how he described it. I wait with bated breath for a few minutes as he spends several seconds on each page. Occasionally a hint of a smile turns up the corners of his mouth. At other points his eyes narrow and his lips pucker. At one point he even laughs out loud.

He spoke gently. "Okay..." He then came forward. I suddenly shifted in my seat, because I thought he was going to sit beside me. Turns out, he went for the copy of The Notebook in his coffee table. I internally face-palmed myself for being so awkward. "I finished reading it," He uttered smoothly while handing me the book. My lips parted. "That fast?" I asked in pure shock. He's such a fast reader then! "Yes, I tend to be fast...you know..."

"It's just that it's a lot of information and I need a certain amount of time to understand it all, beyond just reading..." ************ Note: Don't forget to like, comment and share the book! This really helps it grow on the platform

"I don't know about that, but it sure felt good to win." She'd let him have this. "So, since we're ignoring the 'dumpster fire', Valerie's words, not mine, that happened last night. What do you do to destress then?" "Read, now, don't give me crap for this but–" "Oh my god, I can't believe you do that," gasped Jamie. "I haven't even said anything!" laughed Logan, shoving her lightly. "I read like, e-books and stuff since I have access to the computer. Cheating, I know, but hey, faster than waiting for us to buy the paperbacks or fight for the copy."

I find this both impractical and secretly interesting. He reads the way some people eat: constantly, following hunger rather than any coherent plan. "Fourteen books at once," he said. He cannot explain which one he picks up on a given evening. This is not how I read. I read one thing at a time and finish it before I begin another, because incompleteness in a book feels like a loose thread, and I cannot work near loose threads. I told him this. He looked genuinely fascinated, like I had described an exotic behavioral pattern he had read about but never encountered in the field.

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See you soon! I stare at the book at take a deep breath. Anger floods me as I read, but I can not stop myself. I flip the page again. The date is another time jump. Two months apart. My eyes scan the next words, and I feel my blood curl in my veins. Now I wish I never opened this damn book. ****** Hi, my love. I updated 10 chapters today. TEN. wow!! Princess, I finally granted your wish to read ten chapters a day😏

“You’re being paranoid. Or maybe you’re just not attracted to me anymore. Which is it?” I opened my mouth, but how could I explain it? The sensation wasn’t fear exactly. It was warmer. Deeper. Like invisible fingers trailing down my spine, teasing the sensitive spot just above my ass. My clit gave a faint, traitorous throb. I pressed my thighs together, mortified. “Stan, please. I’m not crazy. It’s this new book I got today. Something about it—”