Reader Lives A Thousand Lives Novels & Stories

They'd read 9 Lives, 10 Circles, and been tested on it. He wished he had a copy right now. It was a fiction book about one tom's attempt to gain an audience with the Black Devil. It read like a tour guide of the Underworld, down to the minutest detail, when it didn't go into the scratchings of the main character's slowly twisting mind.

"That's right, don't you think spending time in a different way is a great thing? I want to add more things to my life. We've been through a lot, and sometimes I feel like life is so hard. Relaxing while reading a book here can make my boredom disappear." "Riley, you should just ask for a walk. I'll give it to you. You are my lover, and I can do anything and everything for you." Riley picked up the book before her, opened it slowly, and read it quickly. "That's why I asked you to accompany me here. You are my lover, and I know you can do anything. You're not happy with what I'm doing?"

I acquired a gossip-tracking system that informed me the world I lived in was actually a book. And I? I was the tragic side character, doomed to have the most miserable fate. The protagonist was Alicia Stone, a fake heiress showered with unconditional love by the Stone Family. After rereading countless times about the Stone Family's ridiculously irrational decisions and my own string of misfortunes, I made up my mind. I would stop hoping for familial love, respect their inevitable bankruptcy, and play along with the plot.

“What nonsense are you spouting about? Vampires don’t do drugs. They made drugs for humans like you. And I did feed on human blood. But not from a living one, okay?” Suddenly, Drayce's eyes widened and froze. I was astonished to see him suddenly like that. His eyes were not on me. But looking behind me. I turned to my side. And I, too, froze at the sight. “Mrs. Miller?” An old woman in her sixties, wearing a full purple dress with an expensive shiny shoulder bag. Her face was serious and had no expression at all. “And what are you two having a drama at this very moment?” “What?”

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“What kind of books?” “Mostly biographies.” “That sounds exactly like you.” Julian stood up from the chair as well. “And you only read romance?” “Not only,” I said defensively. “Just… mostly.” “Why?” I shrugged. “Because they’re easy to get lost in.” Julian studied my face like he was trying to understand something deeper behind that answer. “Real life isn’t like those stories,” he said. “I know that.” “Then why read them?” “Because sometimes it’s nice to believe people actually figure things out.”

Read enough to understand the quality of what was happening. The first message she read that stopped her was from a woman she did not know, in a city she had never visited, who had apparently read the entire book between midnight and four in the morning and had written to say: I did not sleep. I could not sleep. Every time I thought I could put it down I found I could not put it down because it felt like putting down the only honest thing I had encountered in years. I have been in that kitchen. I have stood at that counter. I did not know anyone else had been there until this morning.

Since I didn’t own much, it didn’t take long. Then, I noticed something tucked beneath the bed. A navy blue journal. It was mine. Flipping it open, my eyes landed on memories I couldn’t recall but had once written. "Day one of our marriage. Shawn didn’t come home." "He said I was manipulative. That I drugged him to marry me. But I don’t even remember that night." "Attempt 1: He said even if I died in front of him, he wouldn’t flinch." "Attempt 100: If he still doesn’t care, and my parents still don’t love me, then maybe I’ll stop trying since no one in this world sees me."

I was laughing—barefoot, covered in dirt, holding a cracked pot we were trying to mend together. I looked alive. Whole. Like someone beginning again. And maybe that’s what this place was. Not a refuge. A rebirth. River – POV She handed me a story. Not long. Just two pages. Folded three times and creased like she’d been holding it for days. “Can I read it aloud?” she asked. We were in the sunroom. Morning light poured in like applause. “Of course,” I said. She read. It was about a girl born in the middle of a question.

"Is there anything else I can help you with?" I didn't understand, and he lightly tapped a finger against my chest. "Can't you let me in?" My heart fluttered, and I suddenly realized that he had breathtaking eyes, ones that were like seas of stars. There, surrounded by the starlight, was me. However, I wasn't ready, the pain from my past life giving me pause as it flashed in front of my eyes. "I—" "Shh…" Carl put a finger to my lips. "I don't need an answer now. I enjoy the process of chasing after you, you know?