Sitting Reading A Book Novels & Stories

One she would regret later on. Speeding through the house, I ended up in my office. Books lined the right side of the room. One couch sat in front of the shelves. Her couch. She would sit there for hours, reading me the books she and Ozias were discussing that week. When the same tired position grew uncomfortable, she would prop her legs up on the back rest, head dangling to the floor.

“In real life or in chess.” She curled up on the sofa and lost herself in her book after the game and the quiet calm returned to our surroundings. The room was quite large and had a curtain that overlooked the sea and the gentle wind made it rise and fall gently. My thoughts were crashing in my head and I turned to see Sarian sitting on the couch and smiled when I saw the title of the boo she was reading.One of Shakespeare's books. I walked slowly and took a seat beside her and took the book from her.

The loss of the woman who had walked into the arrangement. Specifically. I breathed. I told Collins on the Thursday. He was in the chair. The book actually being read, the quality of his reading that was the real kind, the absorbed kind, the kind that produced the slight forward lean of a man inside a text rather than holding one. I had been watching the reading from the bed with the particular ease of a person who had developed, across enough time, the ability to simply be in a room with another person without requiring the room to be about something.

Kyle's POV I lounged on the plush couch in the sitting room, my piercing sapphire eyes scanning the pages of the book in my hand. The dim lighting of the room cast a warm glow on my chiseled features, and my dark hair fell across my forehead as I read. The book's words danced across the page, speaking of science, evolution, and magic. I raised an eyebrow as I read, a hint of amusement playing on my lips.

Well, not anymore, I guess. A woman with short dark hair and heavy makeup is sitting behind the counter reading a book that I can’t see from the raised side of the counter. She’s pretty and young, but probably older than me. It’s hard to tell with the makeup. Her lips move silently as she focuses on pronouncing the words to herself. She turns the page and giggles, holding her hand over her mouth, then continues reading with a huge grin on her face.

With how big he was, he should’ve been impossible to miss. “I—” I pressed a hand to my chest. “Jesus. You scared me.” “Sorry,” he said, and the corner of his mouth lifted. I gestured toward the stove. “Yeah, can't sleep.” He nodded. “That explains the milk.” I huffed a quiet laugh before I could stop myself. I squinted “Why are you sitting on the floor like that?” He lifted the book a little. “Reading.” “In the dark?” “There’s light,” he said calmly. “Just not where you’re standing.”

The sound echoed through the vast, quiet space, but my anger stalled the moment my eyes found her. She was sitting on a settee near the far wall, bent over a book. Her hair fell in soft waves around her face, catching the light from the nearby window. Her lips were slightly parted in concentration, and the faintest hint of a smile played on them as she read. She looked… soft. Peaceful. Alluring.

Looking at the skyscraper of the news station she smiled and went inside. ~~~~~~~~~ Mark was reading a book sitting on a chair in his room when he felt Serena’s arms around him. “What are you reading?” Serena asked softly. “It is one fictional book. You do not like fictional books so I will not tell you,” asserted Mark. He then closed the book and then grabbed her hand. Serena came to the front and sat beside him. Mark closed the book that he was reading and put it on the table. “You are so quiet these days,” stated Serena.

What She Never Took Off. The bookstore had settled into silence. Most of the lights were dimmed, leaving only the warm lamps near the reading area on. Outside, the city moved on without them. Inside, time slowed. The small table beside the lounge chairs held the quiet evidence of the evening—empty plates, a few crumbs, and two half-finished cups pushed slightly aside. They had eaten without noticing when the conversation had faded, and the reading had begun. Serena sat curled on one of the lounge chairs, a book open in her hands. She wasn’t fully aware of how long she had been reading, only that the world felt quieter.

Other than my bestie, April of course. I can see the woodland straight in front of me and a lake, it’s serene and tranquil. Perfect for sitting on the deck and reading a book. I’m a huge book nerd and at the moment I’m in my classical era and currently reading Anna Karenina. One of my all-time favorites but it is an epic.