The Book Was Better Novels & Stories

"Figured you'd like a new one. Yours is kind of falling apart." "The book belonged to my Dad." I smiled back at Liam, running my fingers over the pristine cover. "Oh." Liam's face fell, "I didn't know--I understand if you don't want it." "No." I shook my head, still smiling down at the book. "I love it. Seriously, one of the best presents ever." "Top three best presents or top five?" Liam cocked his eyebrow at me, a smirk forming on his face. "Hmm.." I trailed off, pretending to think about it long and hard. "Top ten maybe?"

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We finally entered the bookstore and I let go of his arm. “A-ahm, I don’t want to huddle there” I answered sparingly. A book caught my attention and I was amazed that they are selling this book. “Gosh! My favorite series!” I get the Twilight book. Gio followed me and observed the book as well. “I’ve already watched it” He bragged. I narrowed an eye at him. “Book version is still the best. The feels and emotions are there when you’re reading it” I answered. “But the movie adaptations are easy to understand since you don’t need to use your imagination anymore,” He said frankly.

It stung even worse because I knew it wasn't just a physical ache; it was something deeper. "Okay...um?" I didn't know what to say. I was stuttering, I couldn't believe that I was fucking stuttering She shook her head before she continued, the frown lines on her forehead deepening “This isn't a good book, it lacks suspense. Look how messy it is!” her eyes scanned over the cover of the book critically. “I slept off” I deadpanned sheepishly. “What?” “I couldn't come back last night, I slept off” I repeated myself.

But I wasn’t strong enough to let her go. My hand moved lower, between her thighs. I pressed down lightly, and she gasped, hips jerking up to meet my palm. “Think that book was better than the real thing?” I asked. She shook her head instantly. “No.” “You sure?” “Yes,” she whispered. “God, yes.” I grinned, teeth grazing her lower lip. “Good girl.”

I snatch his notebook from the desk causing the hand he was resting on it to drop to the desk and from his groan it must have hurt. Good. I flip open his book and let out a bitter laugh. This is so unfair; unlike me his handwriting is a perfect cursive you’d think it’s typed. Flinging back his book to him I cross my arms. “Well at least I have a better…” I trail off not knowing what to say. “Better what?” He leans back in his seat, giving me a once over his eyes stop at my neck and disgust creeps into his expression. “Is whatever you’re ‘better’ at the reason why you’re parading around with that.”

AMELIA “I can’t believe it didn’t work,” I grunted in anger as I stabbed the sword into the book, and it did nothing. “It’s empty now, but a piece of useless old shit.” The book was around four inches thick. The hardcover seemed to be made of animal skin. The smell was like an old rotten dead rat. I was expecting suggestions, but everyone’s mouth was shut this time. “Really?” My eyes narrowed at them. “Now I need your unsolicited advice and you’ve got nothing. You, Theia. You’re very opinionated. What do you have in mind?”

I would reply- It was like hearing every goodbye said to me, all at once. The End. -- Okay, how was the book? Did you like it? Did you loveeeeeeee it?

The stories, however fragmented, painted a portrait of a richer, fuller existence, one vastly different from the harsh reality of our own. The stark contrast between the world depicted in the book and our current surroundings was palpable. The book’s vivid descriptions of lush forests, clear skies, and bustling cities were a world away from the radioactive ruins that surrounded us. It was a reminder of the potential of humanity, a testament to what we had lost, and a beacon of hope for what could still be.

-Well," the other man takes a deep breath and turns to us- uh. - He looks into the bag for a second and then continues: -Eight Legs Do it Better was for me. me. - He stumbles over the title of the book as his tanned face takes on a worrying shade of red. turns a disturbing shade of red. -He continues. - Miles nudges him. -Explain it all to him. -I sent it to Miles' house because I was ashamed of my literary taste. literary taste. - I struggle to make out his hurried words. -I I love reading those books. It's my obsession. Hi everyone, this is the last extra Chapter. In a bit I'm going to put the real chapter. I'm so sorry having my computer broken it has been difficult. Thank you for underst