Reading Fluff Novels & Stories

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.

The gentle sunlight warmed her, finally giving her a hint of vitality. To avoid meeting Mrs. Smith and Chiyoko, Flora stayed in her room and didn't go out. Even lunch was brought to her by Betty. After finishing her lunch, she brought a pile of magazines to the terrace and began reading. The magazines in Maxwell's room were mostly related to finance. Flora casually flipped through them, finding them rather uninteresting. She nestled in a lounge chair, silently gazing into the distance at the beautiful sea. The scenic view here was captivating, yet she lacked the mood to appreciate it.

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.

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.

Lucien took a deep breath and gestured for the servants to place the gifts on the table beside him. The butler and servants quietly set the gifts down and left the room. Lucien stared at the pile of gifts on the table, his eyes clouded with darkness. It was at that moment that he noticed a piece of paper pressed beneath the stack. He pulled the paper out, ready to discard it, but the words on it suddenly caught his eye. The handwriting was delicate, just like Christina herself—always gentle and calm. No matter what difficulty she faced, she remained composed.

Reader's POV Gulping, Scarlet slowly reached for the folder which she pulled to herself. Alternating her gaze between the folder and the lady seated in front of her, she flipped it open and after reading a few lines, her eyes widened in excitement. “You…” She couldn't complete her words as her heart bubbled in excitement. Tapping her fingers excitedly against the rim of her mug with her gaze locked on the black folder in front of her like it contained the secrets of the universe, the smile on Scarlet’s face grew wider.