روايات وقصص ضمن The Books I Read

Back in LA, in times like this, where I had nothing to do and was seemingly distracted, I would lie in bed, reread one of the books on my shelf, and reread it the next day until I could almost memorize the entire thing. I'm an avid fan of reading. I loved J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter series, James Patterson's Maximum Ride Series and his other books like Suzanne's letter to Nicholas, Rick Riordan's Percy Jackson series, The Kane Chronicles, Heroes of Olympus, the House of Night series, Blue Bloods and many others I can't name now. I sighed for the second time when my aunt called my name and refused to get my butt off her black couch in the living room as I flipped the television from one chann

Someone who wanted to read it had to be careful if they didn't want to make a mistake. I did just that. Reading all those books without caring about the passing of time. I felt that I couldn't see Zephyr now. I was afraid that the anger that consumed me would invite a conflict that would end in regret. I'd rather vent on these books while finding out about something. A total of twenty books I had flattened in just one night. I blinked my eyes as I recalled all the books I had read. The books related to history had more than one mate.

Three More Hours Later. Done, I told myself. I think that is enough for today's reading. I finished two books today in five hours. “Fear You” Book 2. I started Book 3 “Fear Us” Broken Love Series. I got two more to read again. I am so excited to read them over again. I thought with a cocky grin. But what I didn’t know is. How do they know they were my favorite books? What a strange one. They must have stalked me or asked someone that knows me well.

"It’s wonderful. Now I can place more books on it." "Then you can buy more books," Felix added. I was amazed by the number of books he brought home. a box of books circulating around the internet that I’m definitely curious about. "Books are your own kind of drugs." "No, books are her babies," Jay corrected. They’re both right. Buying books is, for me, a form of addiction. Reading them transports me to different places. It makes me feel like I'm talking to people I've never met in my life. It entertained me in a good way, without any harm. Romances make me feel the kiss of true love. Horror, thrillers, and suspense chilled my bones from skull to toe. Historical fiction taught me a lot about

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I was speechless. 'Ah, I forgot about that.' The book I was reading was called 《The Male Lead's Lover》. It was a story filled with crappy cliché, and I also don’t know what I ate to read that kind of book. Maybe I was momentarily out of my mind and bought that book in the bookstore, or maybe I was asleep as I picked that book on the shelf.

I praised and adored my body while I scrolled through the pictures of me on my phone. "What else can I do?" I questioned myself. It was past midnight already but I couldn't allow myself to just sleep and let this chance slip like some slimy shit on a layer of butter. I went to his library and I found totally amazing books; romance novels, books on business, motivational books, etc. I went for the romance novels and fortunately for me, I was able to complete two of them; a fast reader, uhn. As I started with the third one, I was already feeling too sleepy. I was tempted to lay on my bed, keeping the book to my face. The more I tried to read, the more sleepy I was.

I'm gonna choose one to three books only, I can't handle reading multiple books at a time. I walk through the billionaire genre sub-section which is clearly inscribed on the long shelf admiring each book I see. I pick up each of the books the book cover and title attracts me to scan through, for some attempting to scan through the main body to check if there's anything that interests me. At last I end up taking down with me three books, which suit my taste at this particular time. Pride of the Billionaire Bachelor, 1095 Days of Dangerous Temptation and Second Chance for the Billionaire.

She uttered before shoving the other copy into her bag. “Lights that don’t flicker.” I read out the title of the book, groaning inside of me, considering that I’ve never been a fan of novels. I only read business contracts, manifestos, and newspapers when I’m bored, but most times it’s business contracts and documents belonging to a property I was buying. “This is a good read, trust me on this. You wouldn’t regret making this video.” “I hope so,” I replied and made the video, encouraging everyone to read her book.

It was just an ordinary day for me—books, books, and more books. For the past four years, books have been my constant companions. But who was I to complain? I loved books. They were like a drug I couldn’t resist. I loved the smell of them; it was addicting.