Read A Book To You Novelas e Histórias

All I can do is wait and wait until Liam does send me a message. I reach for my book on the bedside cabinet, I’m an avid reader but tonight I open it up and just stare at the pages. So unlike me, especially when it’s the a Colleen Hoover like this one is. Really, I’m not even able to focus on the words, they’re swimming in front of my eyes. Perhaps I ought to swap to an audio book, that might soothe me whilst I wait.

he growls. “I’m going to read a book for you, and you have no other choice than to listen.” A frustrated sound leaves his lips. “What have I done to deserve this...” “The book ended with a dramatic cliffhanger,” I respond in a bright tone. “I’m sure you’ll love it.” He groans, and I open the book. I won’t give up on him. And, since he can’t escape, I’m going to be reading for him every single day. Maybe this will help him heal?

The room felt warmer somehow, though neither of us had moved closer. I turned the page. “Fine. No nicknames. Yet.” His shoulders dropped a fraction. Relief. He didn’t want the kind that made him feel human. I lifted the book. “Are you sure you want me to read this? It’s kind of boring.” “I want to hear you.” Something hot coiled in the pit of my stomach. I cleared my throat and focused on the words. I read the first paragraph slowly, letting the cadence settle. My voice filled the room, soft and even, just above the quiet of the storm. Mikhail closed his eyes like he was letting the sound sink into him.

_DAISY POV<3 After lunch, everyone moved into the sitting room for dessert and small talk. I stood in a corner with one of Mama’s guests; her name is Raya, and she is very nice to me. We talked about things we liked and movies she’s watched. I told her about interesting books I’ve read, and she introduced me to an online reading app. She said I didn’t need to carry my books around; I could just d******d and read anytime I liked on my phone.

Can't breathe lying down. "This is miserable," I groan at three in the morning. Still awake. Caius is awake too. Reading. "Want me to get you more pillows?" "I have seventeen pillows. More won't help." "Want me to read to you? Might help you relax." "Fine. But nothing boring. I'll fall asleep angry." He reads one of his favorite books. Something about ancient magic theory. His voice is soothing even when the content is dry. I fall asleep somewhere around chapter three.

His fingers brushed through my hair. “I brought this book. Do you want me to read it for you?” I asked, staring at him. He lowered his head and kissed my lip. He nodded. I lifted my head and sat up. I tapped my thighs, and he adjusted himself on the couch, with his head on my thighs. I ran my fingers through his hair and picked up the book. “My mom used to read them to me. It’s one of my favorite stories.” “I want to hear it…” I opened the first page, my hand was still in his hair, and I started reading to him.

I say to him. "Wrong answer, you have a lot to offer, but for now, your voice is enough." "My voice? Well, you can have that," I said with a snort. I could keep talking to him if that's all he wanted in exchange; actually, it was a very generous offer. "Thanks," he says, picking up the book from the drawer beside the bed, the one I had been avoiding looking at for some good amount of time now. Barbara's fantasies. "Could you read to me?" Well, that's the plot twist.

“I’ll always stay with you, bambino. Now, go to sleep and once you’re out I’ll disconnect.” “I love you.” I sigh gently, tired, and already fading out quickly. “I love you so much more. Sleep.” Jake props up his laptop too so both his hands come into view behind his head as he gets comfy. I snuggle into the cushion and close my eyes. “Talk to me until I sleep.” I yawn again, hearing a small noise that sounds like he’s laughing under his breath. “Could you be any more adorable, baby? … I’ll read to you if you like? I have a Stephen King book with me.” He sounds happy amused; I could listen to that voice forever.

"He can come back." *** After breakfast, Ava drags me to her room for story time. She hands me the dragon book, settles against my side like she's done this a hundred times before. The weight of her small body against mine does something unexpected. Makes this feel real in ways board meetings and coffee deliveries never could. I read with character voices. Deep dragon voice. High princess voice. She giggles at all the right parts, corrects my pronunciation of one word, and asks me to read it again when I finish.

she snaps, and I bite my lip to keep from smiling. “Anything else, little deer. Ask for anything else, and I won’t say no. As long as it’s not those two things.” She sighs, considering her options. I brace myself for her to tell me to go kill myself, or demand I fuck her. But what she says catches me off guard. “Read to me.” Read to her? That I can do. It’s not what I expected, but I’ll gladly do it. “Pick a book, little deer, and I’ll read to you all night.” My voice is soft, and I watch as she reaches for a book, handing it to me.