Reading Light Book Novels & Stories

"I figured one glass wouldn't hurt." "Probably not," I say, sitting beside her. I crack open my book and start reading. The candlelight isn't very bright, and I have to focus hard on the lines of the pages, but I haven't read a book in months, and I've really missed it. I read until about nine thirty, when Ryder comes back out into the living room.

she asked. I blinked, confused, until I realized the source, it was the living book. A strange light had begun to seep through my gown, glowing brighter with each passing second. It pulsed against my chest like a heartbeat. I quickly pulled it out, holding it with both hands. The book trembled in my grasp, the pages fluttering though there was no breeze. Its light brighter, fiercer, wilder than ever before. The woman’s eyes widened. Without hesitation, she reached out. Her fingers touched the cover before I could stop her.

she tapped on the stair for me to sit down next to her, bringing out a black light the size of a flashlight. "Where did you get that?" I asked as she shrugged, leaving me clueless. She flashed it on, pointing it at the book. "Oh my God," I exclaimed the moment she switched on the black light. All the hidden words appeared like they were some hidden messages. "Raelynn must have written this to hide what she actually wrote. Sam, you are a genius," I praised her as she batted her lashes and flicked her long brunette hair. "I know I'm amazing," she bragged. I rolled my eyes, swiping the black light and Raelynn's book from her.

She said off mindedly, eyes glued to the pages of her book. "Okay." I had used the boys as my alibi, telling her that I was going to be out until late tonight to do some catching up with them. Lucky for me, she was too immersed in the latest book she was reading to pay me any attention. The sun had set long ago but Casey hadn't moved an inch from her spot on the bed to turn on the light in the room. The only light that was helping her read was from her phone's flashlight that faced the ceiling. The light bounced off the room's ceiling and provided little light but I guess it was sufficient enough to help Casey read.

We rode through the night. The library was dark when we returned. The candles had burned out, and the only light came from the moon through the high windows. Lysander lit them with a flick of his wrist, his movements quick, almost frantic. He pulled books from the shelves—old books, books we had not touched in weeks—and spread them across the table.

He stood just inside the doors and looked. The January west light across the reading room. The January afternoon — two o'clock, the sun already at the low western angle, the January sun line entering through the full west wall and lying across the reading desks in the centre and eastern portion of the room. He watched the fourteen readers. Eight of them were in the western portion of the room, away from the direct west light. Six were in the eastern portion, the direct light on their desks and their pages, their bodies accommodating the light — the turned head, the hand raised at the page's edge as a shield, the body angled away from the direct angle. He thought: the six eastern readers are

Whatever that was happening right in front of us felt like magic, because tell me why the pictures started to come clearly with the light on top of it and the dust slowly melting inside of it. “There's no way this is happening right now are we in the movies?” Raph exclaimed, forgetting about his phone… “This is the nerdy side of my father, the nerdy side I loved so much,...you know what this means, it means we need light, the light around isn't enough to illuminate it all!” He carefully carried the book and hurried to the next table that had three different lamps on it.. These lamps looked really odd and very specific in designil they had eight different controls indicating the levels of lig

He promised before he closed his eyes. I'm sipping of my cold lemonade tea while tapping my fingers on our table, thinking deeply about something— while Sarah was in front of me and busy reading a book that she bought near at the bookstore. “Can you please stop tapping your fingers on the table? It’s creating the loud noise; I can't focus reading,” she said. I just chuckled. I sipped again of my cold lemonade tea and stopped tapping my fingers. “You are thinking is such a depth? Do you have any problems? You can share it to me,” she said as she closed the book and placed it in front of us.

The next day, Nadir woke up in the early morning. The sun was breaking through the slits in the louvers, filling the entire living room with its rays. - I don't think I'll ever get used to it.- she said to herself, rubbing eyes lightly with her hand.

It was not a forbidden scripture. It was a children’s storybook. Its cover was made of worn leather, and its once colorful illustrations had faded. Rayden recognized it. He recognized the illustration style. It was a book from the mortal world. With slightly trembling hands, he leaned forward to read the title. As he read it, the air in his lungs felt ripped away. “The Adventures of the Light Knight and the Star Princess.” A chill colder than any ice surged through his entire body. That book the very same book his mother used to read to him and Raelyn every night before bed. The story of a knight who journeyed to the ends of the world to save a princess whose light had been stolen.