Sloth Reading A Book Novels & Stories

I walked over slowly and crouched down in front of Mona. I reached out one finger and gently tipped up her chin, streaked with snot and tears. I let something soft, almost persuadable, show in my eyes. Mona caught that flicker and took it as a sign I was softening. Wild, desperate hope lit up in her eyes. She started swearing oaths one after another. "Ms. Sloane! Just let me go, and I'll be your dog for the rest of my life! Point me at anyone you want, and I'll bite!"

she says, her eyes staring at the mark on my neck . I just nodded as I walked closer, my eyes never leaving the mat . Sylvia and I sat on the mat , it had some fruit in a basket and also the novel that I had picked that evening from the library . I figured out you might want to know more so why don’t I give you time to think. I smiled as I picked up the book “ mate bond “ . Something about it felt surreal . When I turned to the river bank ahead of me , the man had dived into the water and when he let out his head again .

The sun, dipping low in the sky, cast a soft glow across the garden, adding warmth to the already soothing atmosphere. Zoe sank down onto a smooth, flat rock near a small pond, watching as koi fish glided beneath lily pads, their orange and white scales gleaming in the late afternoon light. She pulled the Chronicles of the Aetherians from her bag and laid it on her knees, her fingers lightly tracing the intricate symbols on its leather-bound cover. The book felt ancient, alive even, as if it held secrets waiting to be unlocked, secrets she was only beginning to understand.

A grand chandelier hangs from the high ceiling, casting a warm light. In the center, there are mahogany tables with velvet chairs, perfect for reading. A fireplace with an ornate mantel and a large painting above it adds to the cozy atmosphere. Tall windows with heavy curtains let in natural light, and a plush Persian rug covers the floor. I ran my hands across the shelves, my fingers came to a halt in one specific book. “Midnight Howls.” A famous book by Orin Darkhowl. According to Thalia’s brother Talon.

I scowl at it. If Ragnar thinks I'm going to play his game, then he's grossly mistaken. I make way for the bathroom, but my hand brushes over the shelf, knocking a book down. I'm about to pick it up and toss it back in the shelf when I stop, looking at the open page. An image of a hooded man, dressed in a black coat, swinging a scythe in one hand stares back at me. "The tale of the three wolf packs..." I whisper, reading the caption underneath.

They have to figure out things themselves. Loki coughed, cackled and made weird bird noises, but I was too busy engrossed in counting the magical little diamonds until I reached the left side of the throne. Behind it, I could hear mumbling just on the other side. Crawling around, I poked my head around the edge of the throne. A man with bright red hair that swayed into the wind or current that hovered around us a had it dancing wildly. His eyes scrunched, reading fine print, his finger trailing down the page as he swiftly turned to another page. In his hand, he held a book, The Idiot’s Guide for being Social. I snorted, which caused him to pause his reading and look straight ahead at the wal

Only the low hum of the present. Sophia was curled on the couch across from me, legs tucked beneath her, reading the novel Izzy had given her. She'd been reading it in fragments for two weeks in planes, quiet evenings and the occasional hour between obligations. The silk slip she wore caught the lamplight with every small shift, sliding over her skin like a secret I wasn’t supposed to notice. Her hair fell loose across one shoulder. She looked soft in a way she rarely allowed herself to be. I watched her turn a page, the quiet rhythm of her breathing, the faint furrow between her brows as she read. The moment was entirely ordinary. And that was what made it significant.

“And you didn’t bring a single book or a tablet to study.” “I thought we could share. I could read over your shoulder, or you could sit in my lap ...” “No!” she says, pointing her finger at me. “Over your shoulder it is,” I grin, already planning to distract her by kissing her neck. I keep Sloane tucked under my arm as we walk inside. I make a point of saying hello to Alpha Waylon and Luna Judith as is proper, then watch Sloane’s frown get deeper as Alpha Waylon’s pack members all make a point to say hello to me.

Maybe a little fear was exactly what this smug establishment required. I went to Sloan's study a haven of old books and dubious choices. I didn't waste my time knocking politely. Being polite was a luxury I couldn't afford when the Orders very foundations were on the line. Pushing the heavy oak door inward I felt a wave of righteous indignation. With a loud thump it opened and Sloan was there as expected standing next to a tall bookcase with a big leather-bound book in his hands. He glanced up a glimmer of irritation in his eyes and a furrowed brow.

Priam took a deep breath and placed a huge hard bound book on top of the table. The surface of the book has this somehow thick build up of a combination of spider web and dust. Making it looked more gross with the peeling of its leather surface. I stared at the book for I don't long. Afraid to touch it, I looked at Priam with a confuse look on my face. "What is that?" I said. Priam pulled a chair and sat down. "I'm sure Loki have told you that I left a book for you to read when the time comes. Have you gotten your hand on it?" he said.