Skimming Through A Book Novels & Stories

I love this book. I'm having a blast, reading my book, drinking my Coke, and eating my cheesy mushroom and sausage pizza. The wind feels lovely on my bare legs, shoulders, and face. I am so engrossed in my book that I don't see who is standing in front of me. Before I can look up, he has dropped to his knees on my blanket. I feel my panic starting to rise.

Like I don't have a care in the world right now. *paper sound* What is that sound anyway? I sleepily open my eyes once more to see the book once more but this time there was a picture. Page 28? When did I even start reading this book? I should just get up, use my speed magic to read it finish and go back to sleep... Why am I even reading a book like this? I sleepily wondered, I then felt a gentle, tender pat on my head, the tender feeling of fingers going through my hair once again lulls me back to sleep.

Declan hesitates, sharing a glance with Noah. My heart beats too loudly in my ears. A growl slips from Declan, it sounds so pained my insides curl against themselves. Still, I stand with my hand outstretched, the weight of the book doesn’t bother me, and I steel myself against it. Whatever it is… I can’t feel worse than the actual victim. With a deep breath, my eyes go to the pages. Running down the pages, from years of practice, I can read fast, my eyes greedily take in the words.

Oh we will see about that, dear mother. Pressing my ear against the hard wooden door, I carefully listened for a few seconds, to make sure my so-called friend wasn’t in there anymore, then slowly twisted the doorknob, stealthily peering inside. All clear. I breathed in relief, quickly getting inside then hastily locked the door, running straight to my bed afterwards. Kneeling beside it, I wasted no more time and pulled the huge book out, my slightly trembling hands sloppily skimming over the pages, until I’ve finally reached the section I wanted, like a burglar fearing of getting caught, my gaze hurriedly skipping over the words,

They weren't joking when they said they'll have a word with my boss about my working hours. Instead of dying from embarrassment, I headed toward the book section, I could read while they aren't here. It's probably the last time I'll set foot in this place, my boss is one mean lady, she'll fire me for sure. Looking around the shop was fairly packed today, we weren't extremely busy, but not empty either. I was trying to catch a book from the top shelf, while keeping my short skirt down. I really should ask mommy for longer skirt, even with the high knee socks keeping me warm, I still was at risk of diaper flashing.

I looked at the study door, visible through the open library door, the closed study door with his voice behind it, low and measured, the managed register or something close to it. I picked up my book. I looked at the page. I did not read.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

I mumble, heading to my office. I sit down in my chair and put the book on the desk. I look closely at the cover and realize it isn't leather, but some soft dark skin, more on a fur than the normal boom cover. My guess would be some.random animal with fur but I think sime fur isn’t smooth as this. I turn to the first page and mutter a curse under my breath. I read the tiny scrawl with widening eyes.

Like nothing bad could reach her between the shelves. I sat at one of the large oak tables, flipping through an old territorial history book while Annabelle wandered between shelves, carefully scanning titles. “You read fast,” she observed, returning with two more books stacked carefully in her arms. I smiled. “I skim.” She placed them down gently. “These looked interesting.” “Thank you.” She lingered beside the table instead of returning to the shelves. Watching and learning. It warmed something inside me. She was no longer just surviving. She was curious.

Pile of books piled on the table. Towering high to cover Rail's very serious face. He read every word, sentence and paragraph written in the book. The book contains about human organs in more detail. He took the wrong book, after finishing and didn't get what he was looking for. He changed his book to another. One book was finished reading and he didn't find what he was looking for, he moved to another book that was in the pile. The pile moved from one side of the table to the other.

I looked around frantically for anything that could help me escape, but my mind was blank. If I continued like this, I would only exhaust myself. Taking deep breaths to calm myself down, I tried to think what could be done. But, how could I think of a solution when I didn’t know what the problem was. Then it struck me; I could check the book. I pulled out all the clothes as quickly as I could and browsed through the pages. I was turning the pages so fast that I almost tore a page. I slowed down after that. The book was too precious to be destroyed in a hurry. I sat down on the bed and turned the pages slowly, paying attention to the details on each page.