Sitting Reading A Book Novels & Stories

In the office, Logan was sitting on his chair while swivelling his chair along with his body. The lamp that was placed on the study table was lighting the pages of the book that he was reading and many unread books were dangling on the edge of the table waiting to be read. With his elbow resting on the surface of the table and his fingers turning the pages of the book that he was reading.

Chapter 145 BIANCA The three children sat in their corner of the playground, surrounded by books and dinosaurs, entirely unconcerned with the running and shouting happening around them. The girl had opened one of her books and was reading something aloud—I could tell from the way Theo was listening, head slightly tilted, the posture of someone taking in information. The boy had his book open on the ground in front of all three of them, something with photographs, something they could all look at together.

“You can comb my hair whilst I read upstairs.” In the chamber, he sat on the bed with the book on his lap, whilst I ran the stone comb through his hair, freeing it of tangles and knots. He sighed heavily, a contented sound. I was not surprised to see that he stayed on the same page the entire time I wielded the comb, only resuming actively reading once I began my own hair, moving back to his seat by the window.

I felt and heard how he is obviously in a hurry so even with so much confusion, I nod my head even if he could not see me before I answered him my “Okay.” I look around after the call then decided to continue reading the book that I was reading earlier. I smiled to myself, realizing how this is such a great read. “Another way to go~” I murmured as I slump back down on my chair. *** I clutch my toes while I am still on top of my chair after minutes of reading some pages of this book. When I already feel like reading anything and my head hurts already from bowing down to read those tiny fonts of this cream-colored paper, I lean backward on my chair before moving in circles while still bending

The club, KINKSTER’S, still needed his attention, as did his pack. MAYA knelt on the floor by the sofa with the book on the furniture as she read. Her hands were folded underneath her breasts, and she leaned on her arms as she read. Her feet were crossed behind her, moving from side to side as the rest of her body moved to whatever tune was playing in her mind.

"Dear heart, Don't fear what makes you feel." **************** Lilly's POV I peeked from over the book in my hands to sneak a look at the guy sitting across of me. He had his elbow pressed over the armrest of the chair, the side of his face pressed against his palm, his eyes focused on the book placed over his lap. I took into a shaky breath and let my eyes drift back to the book in my hands. One advantage of being stuck in a library; the endless supply of books.

The complete ‘Girl-Next-Door’ package. As I walk into the library I can see her across the room, sitting on her own in one of the dark red chesterfield chairs. Her legs tucked in beneath her, you can see the exposed skin from the holes in her jeans where she cut them and replaced the holes underneath with lace to give it texture. I can’t see the book she’s reading, only her face as she brushes back her long dark hair behind her ear to read better – not that it did a lot of good, her hair is long and wavy and tends to fall back into place easily.

He exclaimed pointing at his nanny who was smiling at us, she bowed to me and I nodded at her, returning the same smile. “Was she now? What book were you reading?” I asked putting him down and taking his hand as he guided me to where he was sitting with her, reading a book with a red cover on it, it was placed on top of a small table which he was sitting in front of on a children’s chair, while Myla seemed to be sitting on the floor beside him, she brought a pillow for me and I smiled nodding at her as Mathew sat on his chair and I sat down on top of the pillow beside him.

She’s sitting on the couch in her favorite shirt, the old one that hangs loose on her shoulders like she’s had it longer than she’ll ever admit paired with some shorts, her legs are tucked under her, her gorgeous creamy white thighs exposed without her thinking twice about it. She’s looks so Comfortable, Unguarded and ready for me… She’s curled around a book with reading glasses perched low on her nose, looking completely absorbed in what she’s reading. She smiles at something on the page, her laughter soft and real, then she blushes like the words from the pages caught her off guard. Her reaction is instant, unfiltered. Watching her shouldn’t feel like I’m intruding, but it does. It’s like

The distinctive smell of old books slightly relaxed his tense body. On one side of the library was a fireplace. Near the fireplace, a leather chair was placed at an angle, and someone was sitting in it, reading a newspaper. "Don," Tony Rico called out. Two large German Shepherds lying under the leather chair raised their heads. The man sitting in the leather chair folded his newspaper, placed it on the table, and stood up. The two German Shepherds also stood up, flanking the man as if guarding him.