Semi-tough Book Novels & Stories

I asked, touching a particular thick book. “That one’s about bloodline history,” he said when I held it up. “It was written by a half-mad seer,” he added. His answers were brief, but still it felt like a conversation. I wanted to continue, so I grabbed a book tucked behind the others. The book was so old it looked like it had survived a fire. Its edges were burnt, and blackened. The title had long faded away, and the cover was cracked with age. “What about this one?” I asked, pointing to it without touching. “Why are you keeping it?”

We had seamlessly transitioned from heavy, soul-baring trauma to quick-fire twenty questions, and finally landed on just talking absolute, comfortable rubbish. I was genuinely amazed by how much we had in common. Our views on parenting, our favourite sports teams, how many kids we vaguely wanted in the distant future... it was uncanny. I found myself feeling incredibly relaxed, as if I had known her intimately for years, rather than just having met her face-to-face that very morning amidst the chaos of a soft play centre. "So I told her, 'I'm so sorry, Madam, but Masemann Publishing is absolutely not going to publish your three-hundred-page book of charcoal phallus drawings!'" Tiana laughed,

single" someone can really tell you anything. I mean, they can but they can expect to die. Try to remember that in the future. Your cultivation will bring your aggression more if you let it." Four nodded and took the words in for understanding. "Umu I do not know. I can feel a part of me wanting to come out. A voice beckoning me to do so. I like it but I am also afraid. The Cultivation Manual you gave me, "Quiet Titan" seems to complex for me." Thinking bout the different intricacies of it made his head spin most days. Even when he failed to understand, he felt his mind turn sharper. Thoughts turn clearer. "The Bull manual from the Lan clan is easier."