Reading A Book In A Day Novels & Stories

I praised and adored my body while I scrolled through the pictures of me on my phone. "What else can I do?" I questioned myself. It was past midnight already but I couldn't allow myself to just sleep and let this chance slip like some slimy shit on a layer of butter. I went to his library and I found totally amazing books; romance novels, books on business, motivational books, etc. I went for the romance novels and fortunately for me, I was able to complete two of them; a fast reader, uhn. As I started with the third one, I was already feeling too sleepy. I was tempted to lay on my bed, keeping the book to my face. The more I tried to read, the more sleepy I was.

We just finished eating dinner, and the sun is about to set. I sat on the pile of books that she had finished reading for the last few days about the history of the witches, Salem, and lots more of it. This bookworm is not just curious about vampires and werewolves but also about witches. And to think that she has already read all the books from the vampires' palace, and also, the werewolves', I certainly feel that my girlfriend is now a walking library. It started when she discovered that she could read so damn fast in her vampire form, and I never knew it. She can freaking finish reading a whole five hundred pages book in just no more than twenty minutes. Crazy, right? While me? I'm fine.

My body lowered on the leather couch as I picked the first book on my stack. I was reading about the history of the pack which meant I had to go back to the first king. It was quite an interesting story and I did not have anywhere to go so I flipped page after page, the sound of the training warriors my comfort in a way. The first book was done in two hours, all six hundred pages of it. I placed it down, picking another and sitting back to indulge myself in history. It seemed my ability to remember everything I read was not shared with the wolves nor the speed I could read at.

The day began to get boring and impossibly long for Lola. Everyone is busy catering to the needs of their guests and no one has time to spare for her. She read for 4 hours in the library but soon began to feel sleepy and dull. She picked up another book, but nothing seems to engage her for more than a few minutes. At around lunchtime, she gave up reading and went to fetch something from the kitchen to eat.

There were books on alchemy, mild magic, and creating and using charms. There was a lot to cover, and Gavin asked me to finish twenty books in ten days. It was an impossible task, and I let him know. The main essence wasn't to browse through the books but to learn. I wasn't going to learn anything by reading two books a day. My complaints fell on deaf ears, and he left me to start reading.

They can very easily crack the ground the devil's trap lies on as long as they concentrate hard enough. I quickly make my way through the rows of books, searching for my topic. I grab as many books as I can and head over to the couch that is stationed in the very middle. It's incredible that I never had been in here before. Back when my parents were still alive, I used to never be able to to put a book down, but now...now I can't seem to find the time to read anything anymore. Hell with all the stress that has been going on I haven't been able to even think about reading. Cracking open the first book, I dive head first into the information. I had to get this done fast. By this time I only ha

I noticed I’d done it and told myself it was just a funny picture and moved on. He started bringing things when he came over. Good coffee, not the gas station kind he usually grabbed on his way somewhere, but the actual stuff from the place on Dearborn that has a line out the door on weekends. Once he brought a book, held it out when I opened the door, and said, “You’ll like this,” with the confidence of someone who had already decided. I read it in three days. That’s not something I do. I’m a slow reader by choice, I like sitting with books, and I burned through this one like I was trying to finish it before I could think about why I was rushing.

It’s so good it borders on s*x. Sort of. I read for a bit longer before falling asleep, curled up in a blanket by the fireplace. The next morning I start the same way. Read, work for about an hour, make something to eat, read some more. And then I’m done with that book. Ugh. I glance at the fae book. Why hadn’t I brought a third book?

The scent of aged leather and paper fills the air, inviting me to dive into them. “Woah. This was hidden here all along, and you decided to bring me here just now?” “Don't worry, you can now come here whenever you want,” I was pleased with the answer. I wasn't having it any other way. I was a bookworm as long as I remember my existence. I was so into reading fantasy and literature, that my night lamp would stay on all night. Yes, I went as far as pulling all-nighters in curiosity to know what happened next. I couldn't sleep until I had finished reading the story completely. Hence, my habit of completing books in a single day was seen as an achievement by mom. She always ran away from reading

My school library keeper always say that I have a special form of Curiosity. There was a day I borrowed a book, I read the whole book with fifty three chapters in less than two days. I returned the book and borrowed the book 2 for that book, just like the first book that has fifty three chapters, this second one also has the same number of chapters whereby one chapter has about two thousands plus words.