Reading Fluff Novels & Stories

she shouted. "You're asking me?" He asked sarcastically, pointing to his chest. "Me?" He repeated, and Phoebe nodded. "Do you want me to answer that honestly?" Gladwin asked sharply. Phoebe looked up, giving her full attention to Gladwin. Gladwin smirked sardonically, his gaze piercing sharply at Phoebe. "There's only one sentence I can say about Flavia. She is far superior to you in every way. And there are too many paragraphs that could explain that sentence," he snorted. "And what about you? Love? What kind of love do you have for me? It's not love. Nor obsession. But greed. You can look up the meaning of greed in the dictionary yourself."

Shockingly, it was the ultimate move of Comprehending Infatuation. Implacable Flickering Legs!

So I am currently sitting in front of my vanity table while observing my email. After a few moments, I received an email from him. I hesitate, and my heart is racing as I feel so excited about his review. I immediately open his email, and while it's loading, I tuck my hair behind my ears and breathe deeply. The email is now showing a second later, and I immediately read what he sent me. [Dear Mimo, You're writing improved, but I found a few flaws in the story.] After reading that, my eyebrows furrow as I mumble with confusion, "Flaw?"

It’s a heavy old thing, and by the time I get it over to the table, I’m out of breath and sweating like I just ran a marathon. Discarding the blanket, I start to read the little book, but the words are swimming in front of my eyes, and nothing’s making sense. Wiping sweat from my brow, I go back to the living area where Glenn left several bottles of juice and water. I grab something, I don’t know what, and on weak legs make my way back to the library.

Heat surged through me, blooming in my chest and creeping slowly into my cheeks as I shifted in my seat, subtly clenching my thighs together. A low buzz vibrated through my body, ignited by the words in the book I held. The tension in my limbs made it nearly impossible to sit still. Every page felt like fire, and I devoured the words faster than I ever had before. It was like my eyes were starved, and the book was a feast—rich, decadent, indulgent.

I relished a meal, relishing flavors and textures. I came back to my room after eating feeling pulled together and refreshed. I started brushing my hair and found something on the floor. I approached to recover it, and my heart leaped when I realized it was Adrian's blueprint. My heart pumped gently as I raised it, piqued and intrigued. I started to read it; my eyes scanned the pages as I absorbed the detail of the project.

The room was immersed in wholesome silence. The only sound heard was the slight grazing of the fork against the plate one in a while. My eyes stayed glued to the fork in my hand, my breathing was weirdly slow, unlike usual. My tongue played in my dry mouth as my mind drifted back to Flare, my conversation with her today, her hurt look on her face, her notes. I didn't over do it, did I?

" ............................................. ............ ............................................. Read Outlandish Impulse. Our Sci-fi Thriller Novel.

Lucy I stare at Rhett, the way he relaxes in the chair. When he fluffs the book like a damn newspaper, I realize what he’s reading. A special edition signed copy of my favorite vampire smut. One that’s crawling with page after page of dirty vampire sex. “Oh my God, stop reading that book.”