Read Them Novels & Stories

“You need to see it yourself.” They stepped into the side entrance of the registry—an enclosed space that smelled of old paper and lemon cleaner—and Daniel set the USB on the metal counter and found a small portable reader in his bag. The screen lit up; the hum of a low-power fan filled the hush between them. Elena’s chest beat loud enough that she could hear it. “Play it,” she said. Daniel flicked through files and then handed the reader to her. The screen displayed rows of entries—dates, amounts, routing codes. The numbers were dry and clinical and terrible. Elena’s fingers hovered over the track pad as if it were either a switch or a detonator.

Could you please tell me why I cannot read the next page or any other page? [Host has understood 1% of the content of the First Page] [The Second Page will be accessible after the Host gains 100% on the first page] You!! AGGHH! Why aren't you letting me be overpowered! [I've overpowered the host enough. Get to work!] As I thought of destroying the book, I became furious, but I calmed down immediately. Relax, it's nothing to worry about. There is no free meal available. I got a gist of how the book works, the reader moves onto the next page once they have understood 100% of that page.

While reading through the sentences, he discovered some statements that were unfavorable to the project and would have an impact on its future. "Did not you read the file? You just collected it, looked at the only page shown to you, and agreed!!" He exclaimed aloud. "I am still wondering how we got where we are today without being scammed because of your inability to read through." He spoke coldly and slammed the file against the table, causing them to cringe.

The library is quiet. Bastien looks at the table for a moment. Then he looks up. You didn't soften the mistake, he says. You told me not to, I say. I know. He holds my gaze. Thank you. I pass the pages across the desk. He reads them. All six. Slowly, the way he reads everything that matters, not skimming, not performing reading. Actually taking it in. At the paragraphs about himself he slows down further and his jaw does the tight movement once and then releases and he keeps reading.

Liam said as Lisa paused again but said nothing She took out the contents as she read it carefully She sat down straight as she put away the laziness in her body Liam looked at her actions but said nothing Lisa read the file as the hand which held the file was suddenly tightened But there was no change of expression on her face Liam looked at her and frowned He suddenly regretted why he gave it to her After reading it Lisa threw the file to him and returned the normal laziness "What did it say" He asked "Read it yourself" Lisa said with a smirk Liam looked at her and looked at the file At the end he picked up the file on the table And read it quietly And there was a picture attached to it

Mia’s cheeks go pink under her glamour, ears twitching faintly. She tucks a strand of silver-streaked hair behind her ear and leans a little closer so we can share the book. **Mia (whisper):** “You cool with this?” **Haru (quiet):** “Yeah. You?” She nods, small smile returning. Mrs. Hale gives the cue. We start reading. I go first—Romeo’s lines, seeing Juliet for the first time. **Haru (reading, trying for steady but feeling the heat rise):**

he points his chin to the chair cushion in front of us "Let's put our brains together Times and figure out our wins and your gains" Finn Lores smirks; I scramble on the couch that seemed to offer nothing in the ways of self -protection "You're planning something Lores?" I finally say as my stomach does flip flops within every passing breath I take Finn slides the file containing Killian Lores documents My palms have begun to perspire at the sight of the thick cover; Finn opens it and begin reading it like an interesting piece of work; it only takes about two minutes as he stares deadpan at me

Brian was reading the instructions for the third time with the gravity of someone studying a legal document. "It says we leave something behind." He said. "For the finder.""I know." Brenda said. "I read it first.""You read it out loud." He said. "That's not the same as reading it.""It's exactly the same." She said.Davin was at the table with coffee, watching this exchange with the particular expression of a man who had spent sixteen years in rooms full of adults negotiating things that mattered considerably less than this.

Nervous. “Report,” Elias said. He held it out, but Elias didn’t reach for it. He just looked up and said, “Read it to me.” Julian blinked. “Sir?” “I said read it.” He cleared his throat, opening the folder with trembling fingers. His voice was low, shaking slightly as he started to read. Revenue margins. Client acquisition numbers. Supply chain updates. All the usual end-of-day data.

ri . . .ta—tance Trans . . . . . .fer Ag . . . . . .ree . . .ment Inheritance Transfer Agreement? What was that? "Don’t even try to read it, Poppy. You’re just making it harder on yourself—you can’t even read," Chloe said, snatching the paper from my hand and placing it back on the table between Daddy and me. "Go on now. Put your thumbmark so I can take you over to Summer."