Reading Fluff Novels & Stories

I knew she wouldn't let me leave this room until she saw what I was working on so I screwed my eyes shut and unveiled my masterpiece, awaiting her gut wrenching remarks. "His touch felt like fire melting away at the frozen ice that subdued my heart," she read a line and then hummed as she scrolled further down the screen, "Lust! That's what it was that clouded his cold, hard vision. His lustful eyes roamed my creamy skin as if it were liquid gold. He looked at me as if I were some kind of treasure that he couldn't wait to grip in the roughness of his palms." I buried my face into the palms of my hands in embarrassment and shame. Her reading it aloud just made it worse. I didn't know whether

Cocky bastard. To escape the spiraling awkwardness, I reached into my lap and grabbed the only thing I brought with me, The Flare Witches. I flipped it open to a random page, acting like I was deeply invested in the text. Eyes flicking across the words without reading a single damn one. Christian didn’t need to call me out, I was calling myself out. “You always read like that?” he asked suddenly, voice smooth and teasing. I stiffened. “Like what?” “Like you’re hiding behind the book instead of actually reading it.”

And he also let go of me because it fall on his feet. He just closed his eyes. That’s already Karma. That still work because Jeoff’s feet are soft. Bleh! Jeoff just lie down reading the book he brought. He is so handsome in his reading glass and he seems so genius. He is indeed genius sometimes but also fool. Hahaha. I am talking so good like I am not doing any foolishness too. After I finished dealing with my face, I get near the mini ref to get something to drink, other drink that has a new packaging. What’s the flavour of this? And there are already nee stuff in the market. Let me try this one.

A slow, cold heaviness crept into my chest. My fingers trembled as I finally reached for it. Even that small contact felt wrong, like I was opening a door I already knew I wasn’t ready to walk through. I hesitated, swallowing against the tightness in my throat, then forced myself to break the seal. The flap opened with a soft crackle. A sound far too small for what I felt. I unfolded the document inside. The words didn’t make sense at first, my vision blurred the lines together, refusing to let them settle into meaning. I blinked hard, wiped my thumb across the paper as if that would steady me, and read again.

Almost impenetrable. I traced a finger along Fluffy’s back as she lay beside me, her massive head resting on her paws. Her coarse fur vibrated under my hand, an odd comfort. She growled low—not a threat, not quite approval. Just a reminder that even she wasn’t sure what we were doing. “I know, darling,” I muttered, fingers absentmindedly dragging through her fur. “I’d tear them all limb from limb if I could.” A raw rumble escaped low in her chest, a sound that echoed through the clearing like distant thunder.

Thinking about the nervousness she sensed on his handsome face, Flora felt a complex and indescribable emotion, even a faint sense of delight. Suddenly, she found these three bright red fingers cute. Not only did they help her leave the third floor, but they also allowed her to peek at Maxwell's hidden thoughts. A triumphant smile appeared on her face as she moved her fingers to her lips and gently blew air. However, her fingers really hurt... Why hadn't the doctor arrived yet?

with all these things in my mind, I forgot about Phoebe's early morning yoga sessions. “Move your lazy butt and go do some exercises girl, It will help you ease” Phoebe starts nagging me until I start heading to the gym. If it is about exercising yeah, I’m a lazy cat. But as she says I hope that it would help me to relax. I went to the gym room which was next to the dining.

Despite myself, I peeked through the crack in the door beside me and snooped on them. Flinn was lying next to her on her floor-level princess bed, his elbow bent beneath her head, his fingers turning the page in their book. ".then Pooh said, 'But I love honey,'"—he did a mock German accent.—"and Eeyore said, 'Yes, we know.'" He pretended to pinch his nose dramatically as he read the donkey, and Gravity snorted with laughter. I leaned against the doorframe and grinned.

If I hadn’t been rooting around like some desperate, over-caffeinated raccoon, I would’ve missed the whole thing. At first, it looked like trash. But then my brain caught up, hold up, that handwriting? Way too careful. Every letter fussed over, all these weird little flourishes, like whoever wrote it was showing off. Made my gut clench up before I’d even read a word. The words, though, are so boring. Inventory stuff, border nonsense. But something was off. I kept reading it over and over, and it finally clicked, smacked me right in the face.

AVA I was laying in bed, trying to get back into my normal routine. But I had been staring at the same line for over ten minutes. The words blurred, danced and rearranged themselves into nonsense. Reading used to be effortless, a nightly ritual that wrapped me in its quiet. Now that I wanted to get back into the routine, I wasn’t getting the words right and Kye’s face bled between the sentences like ink in water. I closed the book with a sharp snap… for the third time tonight.