Reading Bl Novels & Stories

"Let's go downstairs and watch some TV." Bonnie frowned, "uhh, are you mocking me or something?" She asked Lorenzo mentally face palmed, "No-umm-I mean, I have a blindfold-" Bonnie giggled, "So you want to go downstairs and watch TV with me, a blind girl while wearing a blindfold?" Lorenzo cleared his throat, "Yes." He firmly said, raising his chin up. Bonnie only shrugged, "Alright." They went downstairs and sat on the huge leather couch. Lorenzo switched on the TV and handed the blindfold to Bonnie. "Care to help?" She smiled and took the blindfold from him. Bonnie put the blindfold over his eyes and he turned around making it easier for Bonnie to tie it.

I had put a book mark there so I would not have to dog ear the pages. Blake also gets up and walks to his bag, he is still reading Haunting Adeline, I teased him that he was a slow reader and he said he likes to savor the book. He opened up to where he stopped and walked back to the bed. He lay down on the bed and I moved closer to him and cuddled him.

I still had a sliver of vision in my left eye, but this remaining sliver merely added to my misery. Picking up a pencil, I attempted to sketch something. However, every stroke was just painfully difficult with my blurred vision. Just then, a familiar voice sounded from outside the door. "Julia, are you okay? I heard you were hospitalized due to an injury." I froze in shock, and the shaky hand I had been sketching with halted, too. The voice was unmistakably Leah's. I jerked my head in the direction of the door. Despite my blurry vision, I could still make out that the person standing before me was Leah—but wasn't she supposed to be dead?

Liana’s POV I burst into Blake’s room. He’s draped in an armchair by the window and doesn’t look up from the book he’s reading—the blue tome with stars on the spine that he took from my chambers. “Please, do come in, little rabbit.” He flicks to the next page. “No need to knock.” “He’s hurt. You need to come. Now.” “What’s wrong with him?” “Wolfsbane.” His expression is unreadable, but he gets up.

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she yelled after me. I walked into the kitchen to see Blake standing in front of the sink, his hands soapy up to his forearms as he dipped them back into the sink. He had on a tight white tee that showed off his rippling back muscles as he moved around the kitchen. My tongue darted out to wet my lips and I gulped at the sight. I stalked over to him, making sure to be quiet so he wouldn't notice and grabbed his ass, making him jerk in fright.

“I’ll rather spend my time doing something else.” “You never can tell,” Alex faced him. “You can try reading and fall in love with it.” “Maybe,” Seb smirked, picking up the exact book Alex was trying to not get him notice. “Maybe I could fall in love with books but that’ll depend on who’s reading them to me?” “What are you? Five?” Alex asked, his eyes still on the book in Seb’s hands. “Why would someone read you books?” “You’re right,” Seb breathed out, returning the book back to the shelf, Alex mentally exhaling in relief. “Reading definitely isn’t my thing.”

However, Liam was slightly uncomfortable to see what kind of book that Mila was reading right now. “That’s the dark curses books,” Liam stated, as he pointed out the books on the table. “Why do you take all the books from the shelves? Do you know what area is this?” Liam was sure that he had given Mila a warning to not come to this section, but here she was; self absorbed by what she was reading right now. Those eyes…

A musty, cast aside woolen blanket lay in a heap on the unvarnished wood of the herringbone floor next to the bed and its jumble of occupants. Lala closed one of her eyes in protest at the searching light. The other scoured the floor beside the bed for the glass of vodka and red bull she had started but not finished last night. It lay beside the book she had been trying to read. Graham Greene, Travels with my Aunt. She had read it once, years ago, long before her life sounded like a chapter from it and had been trying to read it again for nearly a year. She had only managed a third. She pulled her leg from under another one lying heavy, inert, upon it, and reached over the dog-eared Penguin

The gray-coated man quietly whispered, "It remembers you." Adrian stopped. "I've never seen this book." The stranger looked into his eyes. "No." "But it has seen you." A low hum filled the island. The first page slowly turned by itself. The second page... was completely blank. Not a single word. Not a single mark. Only a tiny sentence appeared at the bottom. Place your hand here. The First Reader immediately raised his voice. "Don't." "If the book accepts you..." "...there will be no turning back."