Reading Fluff Novels & Stories

Rhea blinked. “Yeah, and we only made it halfway through one book!” Anna exclaimed as they both stood up and dusted off their clothes. “Ancient books are hard to read,” Rhea said with a chuckle. “The paper’s so faded, and the language is ridiculously formal and cryptic.” “No kidding. I had to squint the whole time,” Anna replied. “My eyes feel like they’ve been doing pushups.” They both laughed. “Let’s go get smoothies. I need something cold and fruity to recharge my brain,” Anna said, dramatically placing a hand on her forehead.

*************** FLETCHER POV I’ve reread the letter in my hand four times, Mars pushing forward, while my mouth foams. My canines pushing through my gums, my fists clenching and crumbling the paper in my palm. Matt is eerily quiet while he reads, but his heartbreak is so raw it’s tangible. The rain cloud over his head grows darker by the second.

she reminds me. “Ohh yeah,” I forgot about that. I open my texts to Ben’s chat and then show it to her. She reads the text, and her face widens into the brightest grin. The way she ships Ben and me is so unhealthy. “Hmmn…” she narrows her eyes at me. “Fluffy?” She says the name I saved his contact as. I scoff. “Fluffy like his hair, not his personality, Ben’s a jackass,” I roll my eyes.

I ask, sitting down on the floor beside him, a smile soft on my lips. “The Gruffalo,” he says, looking up at me. “I can’t read,” he adds with such a serious, mature tone that I have to stifle a laugh. “Oh, then what are you doing?” “Mummy used to read this—the Gruffalo. I like to look at the pictures.” My heart skips a beat. “If you want, I can read it to you tonight. But first, we still need to go out and buy groceries. You’ll come with me, won’t you?”

My face lit up with heat. I looked down at Yara. There was a flash—smugness, like she thought she won. My face went cold. I pried her off and stepped back. "I'm not your dad. Mr. Fluffy is." She hit the floor and started wailing. Natalie rushed over and scooped Yara up, her face all panicked. "Luke, no matter what, you can't lay a hand on her. Where's the calm, patient guy you used to be?"

she repeated, irritation in her voice. I shot her a look sharp, "It's a book, Grace. Not a bloody sword." "Yet, you’re reading it like a child who stole sweets and doesn’t want to get caught." "Better than you, who probably can’t even read this," I snapped, flipping the page. "It’s sylunthys, not wolf-lore. I wonder how you're going even help when there's a language barrier. You're the last person to ask for help from"

The kind of clean that was either the natural result of a straightforward application or the result of someone very good at making things look natural. He closed the file. He opened instead the files Reeves had sent over the previous week — the preliminary report, the employment gap, the reference with the wrong texture. He read them again slowly, not looking for what they said but for what they didn't say, the shape of the absence rather than the presence.

“Well, we’re not—” “Oh, no need to explain,” Flora interrupted with a smirk, her eyes gleaming with malice. “What else could you do but open those legs of yours?” Audrey froze, her body stiffening at the words. She could feel a rush of heat flood her cheeks, not from embarrassment but from anger. Flora’s insult cut deep, and the laughter that erupted from the students around them only fueled her frustration. They laughed, each giggle echoing in her ears, grating on her patience.

"You know what? Maybe you'll even end up working for me someday. Just look at your pathetic self in the mirror. What do you even have left for yourself?" I stopped putting her things away and looked at her with a smile. "What about you? What do you have left for yourself?" Melinda's expression fell. "What do you mean by that?" I said, "You swapped out somebody else's fans for yourself, didn't you? I remember you being in contact with a huge influencer some time ago, and her number of fans and followers has been steadily dropping. You swapped them over to yourself, didn't you?" Melinda turned deathly pale. Even the blush on her cheeks couldn't mask how ashen her face was.

Flora wasn't a gossip, but she was watching anything that showed a lot of agitation. - You have to stop looking at things that only seem to be, and start seeing the deeper things, you have to learn to read the feelings in people's words, and even if she doesn't, she also likes you, she just hasn't realized it yet. - I confess that I wanted it to be true, but I preferred not to get my hopes up on what could only be speculation. - You must be sleepy, it's dawn, go to sleep! - I said, closing my eyes and trying to make the woman give up, I heard her snort and finally leave me alone.