The Perks Of Being A Book Addict นิยาย & เรื่องราว

said Dani. “Please. She’d thank me for my service. It’s not easy having to read so many books at a time you know? It’s only been a week since I joined this app and I already have 3 author besties, we talk in their comments section all the time!” I stated, feeling highly impressed with myself. I turned another page. Now the Alpha was crowding the heroine against the tree, saying in a low voice, yep, You smell like destiny. “This is it, guys” I said, pointing at the line, laughing my head off. “Peak literature!"

Axel had been dropping off a delivery—Duke's idea to use club members for local deliveries, legitimate income—when a woman emerged from behind a display of romance novels and collided directly with his chest. Books went everywhere. She went backward. He caught her. "Sorry," she said immediately. "I wasn't—I had my head in a book and I just—sorry." "My fault." Axel steadied her, stepped back. She was in her early forties, dark hair streaked with silver she'd clearly decided not to fight, reading glasses pushed up on her head, an armful of novels she was trying to reassemble. "You okay?" "Completely. This happens more than I'd like to admit." She stacked books against her chest. "I have a cond

"Would you kill me if I bribed him to take me to the tower every day? The sisters grumbled, rolling their eyes. The gestures were so equal that they almost seemed rehearsed. I just watched in silence. I was used to a lonely life, only with my parents and the animals, because my brothers left very early. So, being in front of three female hurricanes, who began to chatter while fighting, was slightly scary. "What the fuck do you have so much to do on the internet on your vacation? "Mumbled the woman I saw hugging Pablo, the blonde. “Giulia from heaven! Over it, girl. "Gabriella, I'm a digital influencer! "The young girl mumbled, tapping her feet, like a spoiled child. "I need to show up. Every

Dear Readers, On behalf of everyone reading ’He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back’, thank you for reading. I know you have many choices. Boy oh boy, you do have many choices. It’s crazy to think how many choices you have. In fact, some people think there are too many choices. Browsing through the endless books on this site can be like feeling hungry in a supermarket. Despite the beautifully displayed cornucopia, you often leave frustrated and unsatisfied. So once again, thank you for choosing to read ‘He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back’.

“What do you mean?” “You’re reading a book,” I scoffed. “What is it about?” She beamed. “Did you think that I never read?” “I’ve never seen you read anything,” I laughed. “Oh please, I do read and guess what? There’s an open book festival of ‘Sincerely, Yours Too’ tomorrow in Manhattan. I was thinking we should go. I’d like to meet the author.” She handed me a pamphlet about the open book festival. I looked at it and just thought that she wrote about things that only women found interesting and it wasn’t going to benefit me to be there. “I will arrange for a driver to take you there, I have a golf session with one of my clients.”

Today we caught three and I can already feel the excitement in the kitchen as there'll be more than enough meat for everyone plus leftovers for breakfast tomorrow. Bringing joy like that to people just has a way of filling that empty dark hole in me so I keep doing it. I haven't even sat down to read a book since I got here, I just make sure I am always moving, doing something, training, making someone smile, anything but standing in one place for those dark thoughts to encroach on me. A book I read called it abandonment issues but they'll never understand how bad it is to be marked by the one being that's hard-wired to want you and yet at the slightest inconvenience, throws you away.

Now that I knew the secret, I made my move. I had my men buy me a huge stack of lottery tickets, and every time I scratched one off, I hit a million-dollar jackpot. After scratching off four or five winning tickets in a row, I finally stopped, satisfied. Then, I posted a quick update on my feed. "A blessing in disguise." It didn't take long for the office group chat to blow up with question marks. Apparently, Yelena had accidentally tumbled down a flight of stairs, which left her bruised and swollen.

“Which reminds me. I bet being the owner of a bookstore, where literally any title you want you can get a hold of, is particularly satisfying.” “It is, no question,” he answered. “That and other perks, like being able to have book signing events. Some of the books in my personal collection upstairs are autographed already. Now that I have a store, I can add to those with much less chance of having to travel to obtain them.” “Speaking of traveling,” he smiled and took her in his arms. “Want to show me the upstairs?” *** Before they could take too many clothes off, they heard Faith’s doorbell ring, followed by loud knocking.

I stand there, heart already racing at the thought of freedom. Mom walks in from the kitchen, Bible clutched in her manicured hands. Even on a weekend she’s dressed in her lawyer attire, posture straight and serious. She lives between the courtroom and the church pews, constantly praying away sins,especially Dad’s. “You almost forgot this, Lisa,” she says, pressing the heavy book into my palms. Her voice carries that familiar mix of love and fear. “Pray every single day. Stay a good girl. The world out there is full of temptation waiting to corrupt pure hearts like yours.”

The library was cathedral-like with rows upon rows of books towering into infinity, the scent of leather and ink heavy in the air. I could have chosen to do something else. I could have chosen to sit quietly and wait, o brood over the happenings of my pack. But I wanted the peace and quiet of the library. Before I became leader, I was what the humans would refer to as a bookworm. Or better put, a nerd. Books, classical music, and beauty—the bane of life’s meaning. I could not remember the last time I yielded myself to such luxuries. The quiet was too perfect.