Reading Books To You 소설 & 이야기

Amazing, what is a better way to distract yourself than reading some dark romance books filled with smut. I got in the library and instantly felt a bit calm. Grabbing my favourite four books I got seated in a cosy comfortable corner, and started reading. An hour later I closed the fourth book in my hands as I groaned frustratingly. For god sake what's wrong with me? I couldn't even read a single book completely. I tried to read them for fifteen minutes and then put them aside while picking up another book. All of these books are my fucking comfort favourite books that I have re-read for so many times. The books whose MMC are my, to heart, book boyfriends.

She rubbed her cheek against his shoulder, hoping she could offer him some comfort. "The shelves were once so full. Each and every book contained the magic my mother taught me and my siblings to cherish. She loved to read and would spend the nicer days out by the lake reading in the shade of an old tree. On days when it was cold or rainy, she would sit here by the fire, spellbound by each book that came into her hands. She taught me the power of words, how to transport oneself far away from one's troubles." Brock placed his hands over hers. "When my father turned cruel, these books helped me forget the bruises, the lingering pains." His misery was so acute it caused her throat to ache with g

I can play you songs and read you audiobooks…’ ‘Okay. Okay, Alexa. If you can’t get me to work or get me food, you’re pretty much useless.’ She jabbed. ‘Technically, I can order an uber and pizza. McDonald’s and Starbucks too.’ ‘This is so cool. Maybe, you could read me an audiobook just before I fall asleep tonight.’ ‘What kind of books do you like?’ the VA asked. ‘Young Adult, romance, horror, mystery, crime…’ ‘According to a recent survey, people who read lots of horror tend to act out what they read. Often times, they try to imitate the villain in the book and…’

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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.

She dumped the stack on our table with a thud that echoed through the quiet library, earning us a stern look from the librarian at the nearby reference desk. “That’s quite a collection you’ve got there,” Elijah laughed. “Do you think you can read all of these before they’re due back?” Thea nodded enthusiastically. “Uh-huh. And this one,” she held up a colorful picture book about a dragon, “is for you to read to me tonight.” “Well, I guess I don’t have much of a choice,” Elijah said, ruffling her hair affectionately. He took my hand and tucked one of the books we’d been reading under his arm. “Let’s go check these out, shall we?”

A visual chronicle of their life together. A life I wasn't part of. "This is my favorite book," Liam said, pulling a worn copy of "The Giving Tree" from his shelf. "Mommy reads it to me every night. Do you know it?" "I do." My mother had read it to me countless times. "It's sad," Liam said seriously. "But good-sad. You know?" "I know exactly what you mean." He climbed onto his bed, patting the space beside him. "Will you read it to me?"

The title of the book, with its light blue hardcover and beautiful illustrations, made me stare at it for a long time. My hand moved to my belly unconsciously. For some reason, that title felt too personal... “Little bear...” I murmured softly. “Do you love Mama the most too?” I had read somewhere that babies could hear voices while still inside the womb. If you read to them, it would be beneficial. A small smile appeared on my face. “Let’s read about the little bear... and should we get some other books too?” I whispered. Then I walked inside. Entering the bookstore felt like entering a whole new world.

The idea was so domestic, so normal, after everything we’d been through. He didn't wait for an answer, his fingers already skillfully weaving through my hair. It felt… surprisingly nice. Gentler than I expected. Silas, meanwhile, picked up his book. "I can read to you, if you’d like. I have a rather good collection of classic literature." "Or I could just stare at you," Dare mumbled from his spot on the rug, a faint smile playing on his lips, not quite meeting my eyes.

Instead of trying to get closer, I simply smiled and gave them a small wave before making my way toward a cozy reading corner tucked between several low bookshelves. The shelves were packed with fairy tales, picture books, and children’s stories. “How about a story?” I suggested softly. As I scanned the titles, one familiar book caught my eye. I pulled it from the shelf and held it up. “Little Red Riding Hood. I think this one looks pretty interesting.” No one answered, but nobody moved away either. I took that as a good sign. Settling onto the floor, I opened the book and began reading. I wasn’t trying to entertain them or impress anyone. I simply read the story the way I imagined someone w