The Perks Of Being A Book Addict 소설 & 이야기

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’.

I accepted Annelise's invitation and visited her at her work at the mall. She used her amazing and long lunch time to show me her favorite stores, including a bookstore whose shelves reached two floors of the building, and the characteristic smell of new and never used books filled the entire environment. I myself was strongly influenced by the unique atmosphere that a library or bookstore can offer, and I ended up buying half my salary of books that would require a lot of strength from my arms to carry them. Also inside the bookstore I was introduced to one of her best friends, Zylah, a very thin and tall girl, with dark blonde hair and green eyes, and the only attendant in the whole store.

“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.

Suddenly, it all clicked. Scratching my lottery tickets myself meant that I could siphon Yelena's luck back from her!

“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.

2. PREYE Dad left years ago after the separation, so it’s just me and Mom back home. She’s been grinding through everything alone, and I’ve gotten damn good at hiding my secrets. I’m straight as fuck. Men do it for me hard,thick heavy cocks stretching my pussy wide open, gagging on dick until my eyes water and spit runs down my chin, that rough BDSM shit where a guy ties me up and treats my holes like his personal cum dump. Nothing beats sucking cock though. Feeling it throb and swell on my tongue, swallowing every thick rope when he’s earned it.

Glueing her palms together, she gives me her famous puppy dog eyes. Flip. That always folds me. “Ugh, fine. You’re buying my iced matcha lattes and pastries from Buns & Hots for the next two weeks. Deal?” “Deal! Double deal! A million times deal!” Satisfied, I pull out my notebook and try to actually focus on whatever Prof. Adams’ droning on about regarding personality disorders. But I can’t focus, because now I can feel Jade drilling holes straight into the side of my face.