Sloth Reading A Book Novels & Stories

Her finger moved beneath each word, whether she needed it to or not. Léo had arrived at six-thirty with bread from the bakery two streets over—the dark sourdough with seeds Chloe called the crunchy bread. We had eaten at the kitchen table while the rain gathered itself outside. No one had commented on it. It did not require acknowledgement. After dinner, Chloe moved to the sofa. Léo sat beside her on one side. I sat on the other. She read aloud from the book—a story about a bear trying to find somewhere to sleep for winter, moving from place to place, discovering that each one was already occupied. Every space held something wrong from the bear’s perspective, and something entirely right fro

I despise him so much and it is so hard to hide from this world when you know that every corner of this Academy is shouting Cayden's name. We just went to the shelves and I looked for a book to read because. I was thoroughly checking the books when I touched a book and it felt like I was suddenly electrocuted so I immediately let go. Shit, is this what they call static? I was curious, I looked at the book and I raised my hand again to touch it and this time I was not electrocuted. I took the book and looked. It is a brownish color book with moleskin. It looks old but still, it is in a good condition. I just read the title of the book.

she whispered, but the words were swallowed by the air around her. Then she saw it—a large, old book in front of her, resting on a pedestal. It was glowing faintly, its pages turning on their own as if guided by an unseen hand. There was a strange swan-like symbol in the center of the book, surrounded by a circle of light. The brightness almost hurt her eyes, but she couldn’t look away.

I despise him so much and it is so hard to hide from this world when you know that every corner of this Academy is shouting Cayden's name. We just went to the shelves and I looked for a book to read because. I was thoroughly checking the books when I touched a book and it felt like I was suddenly electrocuted so I immediately let go. Shit, is this what they call static? I was curious, I looked at the book and I raised my hand again to touch it and this time I was not electrocuted. I took the book and looked. It is a brownish color book with moleskin. It looks old but still, it is in a good condition. I just read the title of the book.

River pushed open the creaky door, stepping into Alpha Malcolm's library, a sanctuary of knowledge and tranquility. The room enveloped her like a warm embrace, shelves upon shelves of leather-bound books stretching towards the ceiling. The musty scent, rich and earthy, filled her lungs, and the faint whisper of pages seemed to hum a gentle melody. River's fingers trailed over the spines of the books, feeling the raised letters and embossed symbols. She had always found solace in the written words of others, the stories and wisdom of those who had come before. Malcolm's collection was vast, with tomes on everything from pack history to ancient magic. River's eyes scanned the shelves, searchin

She tilted her head, and looked over at him quizzically. “I didn’t realize dogs had their own written language…what are you reading about? The best howling techniques?” She laughed as she said it, but she kept examining the book. “I’m sorry hun, there are no pictures. I think they save those books for when there are children on board. I can read this to you if you’re interested.” “Do you two ever stop?” Luca said groggily. He turned in his seat and pulled the pillow over his head to drown out their noise.

The fire in the library had burned low, casting long amber shadows across the walls. Sloane sat curled on the velvet sofa, her sketchbook closed in her lap. She hadn’t touched it since the mirror shattered. Her fingers ached to draw, but the lines inside her wouldn’t settle.

//Chandra Margaret// I immediately put all the snack that I prepared for the boys. My hands are shaking a bit as I go to the living room. There is three boys in total. I dare not to look in their faces. "H-here is the food." I clear my throat. Even my voice is shaking. The boy in the single sofa look at me. He's reading a book in his hand. I know that book! It's Our dawn is hotter than day. A book about two people who keep their night busy while sleeping in the daylight.

I loved their slow burn, I loved how they found themselves even when someone tried to ruin them, it was so sweet and just as I was about to turn the page where he writes a poem for her, someone yelled my name. “Sloane.” Natalia yelled as she walked in, she startled me. She opened the large curtains and it almost shook my perfect position, because I was in a fetal position, on the link jelly bean bag, I had a book light shining bright on the words, the library was dark and cozy. “Oh God!” I said as I closed my eyes, a second to adjust to the light. “What? You are just reading, relax - I didn’t hurt you.” She said as she sat down on the second bean bag, I was the one that made Chase bring bean

he replied, "a harem of men, called a reverse harem in the books she used to read." "Julia, you're far stranger than I ever gave you credit for." "I'll attempt to explain that to you while Master is getting ready for supper with your parents." "A hint meant for me, no doubt," Master said. Master left to shower. I wondered if he'd return naked or be uncomfortable in front of his sister. She looked at me expectantly. "It's true. Quite a few of the books I used to read were reverse harem novels. One woman having to serve two or more men. They weren't the only type I read, but maybe fifty percent."