Reading Is Hard Novels & Stories

The real question is can I say it? I stop writing and turn to the sleeping Aubrey. I let out a long breath. She’s been very nice to me. No one has ever made that kind of effort to befriend me. In fact, nobody will. I guess she’s the only person in this world who would do that. Reading is tiring and some people find it boring. So, it’s not easy for her to go through all that books. I clench my grip on the pen. I look away from her. But I can’t give him up, I think to myself.

Happy reading! .

Kai and Conri sat on either side, put a hand on her, and started reading. Misty sat across from them in an accent chair with one of the books Thea’s father brought home. The three girls sat on the floor at Thea’s feet. “When we learn how to read, we could help you with this too, right?” Cassandra said. “Yes,” Thea said. “Absolutely.” “It’s important?” Cassandra said. “Yes,” Thea said. “Okay,” Conri said after a moment. “This book is impossible to read. It’s written in Old English or something.”

Repeat until they have been absorbed into the location or item. I bite my lip and stare at Reaper, preening the quill of all things… ‘It doesn’t sound too hard, I guess,’ I say to Reaper. He tilts his head, jumps onto the page, and looks up at me, ‘It may sound easy reading it, Nina, but doing it may be a whole kettle of fish,’ he says and jumps off the book. ‘You’re probably right. It could be more difficult than it seems,’ I sigh and push the book to the back of the desk and drag the food tray in front of me.

OLIVIA This is the first time ever that I’m seeing twinkling stars. I hate it but it does not look nor feel pretty. My head hurts like I’ve been crushed by a giant truck and left on the floor to die for good. It makes me remember when Jake had hit me with his car, which led to the beginning of our contract. I lay on the cold hard ground and let the exhaustion I feel weigh my bones further down. I was at a big disadvantage. It was one weak female against four boys that are mostly likely not sober.

Therefore, her reading skills were wanting. To add to her frustration. Rex had been raised around enough books that he was a very adept reader. For the first few days, he had to coax her into the library and then convince her to explore the inventory. Eventually her insecurity and humiliation over her poor reading skills were replaced by an enthusiasm and notable improvement in her ability to decipher the meanings of the words on a page. Within a few weeks, her companions were hard pressed to pull her nose out of a book.

“Ah. Nevermind.” “You can’t go in?” Asked the bookworm guy. I saw how confused his expression is while looking intently at Kenrick. Kenrick nodded. He crossed his arms over his chest. “Maybe because she’s just too young to read for.” “What?” Said the bookworm guy. I suddenly felt his dagger stare towards me. Gah! I hate them for making me feel this way too harshly. “You can even read a one year old child’s mind so how come you can’t read hers?” He muddled.

Roric called down, "most people would take a break after reading for six hours straight." "Most people aren't trying to solve a mystery that could get them killed." "Fair point." I flipped another page. The text was old—really old—written in a dialect that was barely recognizable as the common tongue. But my mind had adapted over the years. My legs had stopped working, but my brain had compensated. I'd become a voracious reader, a sponge for information. I could absorb entire pages in seconds, retain details that would take normal people days to memorize.

My obsession with family - I had to let it go, too. Why was it so hard for me to have a stable life when I tried so hard? Maybe it was wrong from the start. I shouldn't have met Levi. I shouldn't have agreed to give it a try with Mr. Aiden Morgan when someone else already lived in Levi's heart. I shouldn't have believed the myth that a man would settle down once there's a child. Crash! The glass shattered on the floor. I froze, my arm suspended in mid-air, as if such crude behavior was something I'd never do. That feeling of trying to please others, wanting them to understand me, swept through my entire body.