Novel & Cerita The Book About My Idle Plot

If he wants to play a game with me, I will do it. …………………………………………………………………. When I wore my clothes, I went to the school garden while carrying my bag. Then, I sat on the bench. After that, I took a novel in my bag entitled ‘The murderer’s perfect crime,’ its writer was Mantus Taylor. Many people around the globe read his book. I opened the book, and I read chapter twenty-seven of it. “So, you are reading my book.” I heard Mantus say to me. So, I looked at him. He is holding two sandwiches right now. He is also wearing his watch in his right arm.

I need to take time. I remember the small room I entered last time. I slowly opened the door and turned on the lampshade. The books on the table were still scattered. I tried to look and read each one of them. These are all interesting books. Into the Wild by Jon Krakauer, The Prince by Niccolo Machiavelli, The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald, and a lot more. I tried to find something that might help me, but I found nothing.

it's held secrets, plans within plans. ‎ then He left shuting the door behind him ‎ ‎I grabbed the bottle and sank into the couch, one leg thrown lazily over the other. The television flickered on, casting light across my face but my attention wasn’t on it. ‎ ‎My mind was elsewhere strategizing on my next move, my freedom and leading the pack that was supposed to be rightfully mine. ‎ ‎I reached into my pocket and pulled out a small black book. ‎ ‎Its cover bore a strange symbol an upside-down marking, ancient… forbidden.

If I became one of the queen’s ladies in waiting … Would that mean that I would be seeing him? “I thought you would like this book today.” Trixie appeared again and she brought lunch and a book. Trixie had become almost like a friend to me while I had been there. She read to me saying that “Idle minds are the devil’s playground.” Which, according to her, was something her mother often said. We settled in and I ate while she read me a book about a girl who used to be a slave.

And what if Adrian was the man from that night? I sat up and pressed my fingers to my temples. My thoughts were going around and around and getting nowhere. Maybe I needed something to take my mind off it all. My eyes drifted to the side of the mattress where the book was hiding. I bit my lip. Then I reached down and pulled it out. “Just a few pages,” I told myself quietly. I leaned back on my pillows and opened the book. The story was better than I thought. It was about a secret love between a poor boy from the streets and a girl from a rich family.

he teased. I chuckled, feeling another emotion besides the usual pain that clouded my mind after every practice. “What do you want Radek,” I sighed, feeling the wave of tiredness wash over me. “So I found a book, not as good as Hamlet, would you like us to talk about it?” I yawned, “What book is that?” “I won’t tell you the name until you agree to listen to me rant about the book,” he said. I had two options; end the call and dwell in the darkness, or listen to him talk about a book I may or may not have read.

I inhaled the fresh sweet of the garden with my eyes shut and breathed it out. I brought out a novel from my hand bag which I bought from a bookstore last week. The name of the novel was In His World written by an author named Russell. I was really enjoying the book, the book was about a weird prince called Chad and a woman named Amelia, it wasn't just a normal romance novel, it was filled with a lot of thrillers and interesting plot twists. The book was slow burn, In the current chapter I was in Prince Chad and Amelia had just started to get along with each other and this made me happy, but I was also very curious about the ending of the book, whether Prince Chad and Amelia would later fall

I pushed to her. She was standing there without words for a while before she was finally able to utter something. “The idea behind the book was something very trivial. I was just wondering as to why there was a lot of misconduct amongst the maids and thought to write.” She said. That was a big lie. The idea of the book was friendship which is the reason it was written in a story format according to what I read earlier from the sketchbook.

His chair by the side also seemed to have been ambushed by the same project. What was he working on? "So the bloody asshole have a personality, confided in the walls of his office," I whispered under my breath, searching around for anything that could help me find a secret passage way out of this estate. I plucked the first book out of the bookshelf. 'The Billionaire's Temptress'. A romance book I read a month back. I checked the next book. 'Stuck with Mr Billionaire' 'Rejected and Enslaved'. All romance books.

I asked with a blank look on my face. He nodded, sporting a defeated look on his face before he stood up and walked out of the room. I sighed and continued to write the new book I had been building ideas on for a month. I wanted to get the plot straight before I could finalise the title. I managed to write out the outline of the book before I dozed off. "Rhea, Rhea," a voice called but I ignored it and turned on my side. "Rhea, wake up." Popping an eye open, I was greeted by Esmeralda's smiling face. "What do you want?" I turned away from her again.