Novel & Cerita Shauna Shipman X Reader

It was a little bit heavier and bigger in size than a normal book. Her fingers ran to each of the imprinted letters as she blew the dust that covered them. Her nose itch because of the bountiful dust, making her sneeze thrice before forcefully ridding her red nose. But that would not stop her from her plan on reading the book – she became much more eager to read it. She went towards one of the tables and sat – good thing, no one was around in the library. Maybe Shahara didn’t want anyone to disturb them while she was lecturing her, she thought – she just shrugged her shoulders for her wild guess. She excitedly flipped the page of the book as her heartbeat speeds up fast with so much anticipa

The Reader looked at him. “Your family?” He laughed. “They’re characters.” Lucien’s eyes darkened. “They’re people.” The Reader tilted his head. “Only because I allow them to be.” Seraphina stepped forward. “No.” The Reader looked at her. His smile disappeared. “You.” Seraphina’s eyes became golden. “You remember me.” “I remember what you were.” “Then you know I cannot be controlled.” The Reader smiled. “I don’t need to control you.” He opened his book.

She thought she’d pick up a light romance to pass the time away with, but found herself diving into a book about haunted houses instead. She’d just finished mentally chastising herself for feeding her superstitions and fears with books of that nature and was hurrying to return it to the shelf when she accidently slammed into a firm, immobile body. At first, she thought it was a mannequin, but she soon realized that there was life in that smooth smile and those sparkling brown dark eyes.

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She was among the lucky ones. “Can’t wait for book two to be out,” Camilla told her. Hana tried to smile. She didn’t like people knowing who she was. If they hated the book, they wouldn’t hate her. But if they hated the book and knew what she looked like, readers could attack her. She knew that because she had felt like screaming at a few authors after reading certain tragic books. “Do I get sister-in-law privilege to read before others? Last time I was an arc reader for you. I also want your autograph.” “Not so fast, okay?” she whispered.

Chapter 17 "Hey! Kylie, are you even listening to me?!" Selena asked me in annoyance. I was at her house this time. Samantha and Ariana were also on their way here, and I arrived earlier than them because it was so boring at home. "Yeah, yeah!" I rolled my eyes at her and returned my gaze to the screen of my phone, where I was reading a W*****d story. This "My Absolute Sex Slave" by Ludylyn23 is actually quite good. Even though it's rated R-18, it's still funny to read. But when I reached the explicit chapter, I suddenly shivered and felt my face turn red.

Xavier put down the book with a renewed sense of purpose and drive, knowing that his encounter with Ezra Waylen had awakened something within him. The ship sailed on, carrying Xavier and his companions towards an uncertain future, but with the author's words echoing in his mind, Xavier felt a renewed sense of hope and excitement for the adventures ahead. The crewmen were perplexed, their eyes darting between Xavier and the book, unsure of what had happened. At the same time, I had an epiphany. The mysterious author, whose writings had grabbed the hearts of many readers, had made an unexpected appearance aboard on ship.

It looked like a prop, a piece of plastic painted to look like metal. "I’m the one who didn't close the tab," the teen said, a small, wry smile tugging at their lips. "I’m the Silent Reader. I’ve been with you since the Green World, Maya. I saw you find the bone coin. I saw you fall for Kael. I even saw the parts the woman in the sweater tried to edit out because they were too sad." I looked at the woman in the sweater. "Is she real?" "As real as you are," the Reader said. "She’s the one who lived the trauma. She wrote the Archive to process the car crash. She’s the Architect’s real daughter. But she got stuck in the loop.

The Reader stumbled backward. Their faceless hood twisted violently, body bending in impossible angles. “You’re not supposed to hesitate!” they gasped. Liora clutched the book to her chest. “Then maybe this isn’t the final chapter.” “You can’t stop what’s been written,” the Reader hissed. “You can’t outrun the ending!” The floor cracked beneath them, Not ground, But text, Pages of her life peeling apart like skin, And rising from between them, Was a figure made entirely of titles. No face, No features.

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