What The Hell Did I Just Read Book Novels & Stories

The contents of the book interest me. While reading and flipping some pages I heard the door of the bookstore opened, I was alerted and peeked behind the book I am holding and got disappointed when I saw that it was another person. My brows furrowed because of what I am thinking. What the hell, Cristine? Why are you disappointed? Are you disappointed because the person who came in wasn’t Ronald? No! I wasn’t! What the hell? I sighed heavily and continued reading but damn…I can’t understand even a single thing! I can understand it just earlier and now I don’t? I need to concentrate. Cristine, don’t think of anyone just focus on your book—

I'll just pribably ea5 in thr midnights later. 'Well, it's a good thing too anyway. After all, at the very least, I managed to read two ancient books in a day. If it's a usual day without the need of reading these, I wouldn't even bother reading it. After all, it's no ise these days. The information in these ancient books are not usable om every day lives of people. After all, almost all books contains about the existenve of supernatural beings like fairy, Goddess and many more so who would be interested in it aside from those religious believer? Regardless of those non important matters, I swear that this is the last time that i will be reading an anvient books. For me, it's just not it doe

I glared at the book till I was on my bed and the book never opened - maybe it is my illusion. I ducked myself into the sheets and this time I could hear the flipping of a book - The book. I was scared as hell because when I was still young, I read a lot of horror stories without the consent of my mother, Nahigra. I stared until the last flip of a page. Gradually and slowly as I can, I left my bed to see what my eyesight can't comprehend. To my surprise, it was still that same chapter and a phrase written in bold, "WHEN EVERYTHING GOES SOUTH, DO NOT GO NUT?"

Because of a guy whose face I haven't even seen yet? Blame my hormones. I'm an 19 years old girl. I'm not supposed to feel like a 17 years old dude! Shoot. I lean closer to see more. The book. What was he reading? 'Microeconometrics in Business Management.' A sigh of relief escapes my lips. At least, it isn't some kind of p**n magazine. I don't want a pervert hanging around in my brother's house. Our house, now. My parents' house, technically. Whatever.

I thought the day was yet to get completed but it seems like I was wrong , in the actual sense, it has just started. ***. Hello, Thanks for Reading my books . More so those who are paying to read my books . - ugly and insecure - my roommate wants a piece of me - the rejected nagin.. Thanks.

I have no idea. The books were old, some pages are rotten and smell like mushrooms in a wet forest. I smiled when I realized that these books were precious. And they were all about my kind, the Helsings. For hours, all I did was read and get drowned in these pile of books. I have never been flooded with knowledge unlike before. The more I got absorbed into the pages, the more this hatred towards the corrupted vampires grew. It was eye-opening. Written on the page was,

"It's the hormones. Not me." He smirks. "Sure. And it's just my dick that wants to be buried in your pussy. Not me." I gasp, my thighs clenching as forbidden heat pulses through me. He winces the second it leaves his mouth, then pivots fast. "Umm, right. So... what was that last book you read to Zuri?" "Uh...Quakers the Duckling Has Feelings?" What the hell does that have to do with anything? "That googly-eyed bastard looked like he's seen some shit."

Which meant that there was definitely something very wrong with me. *** Servants brought me breakfast-slash-dinner moments after I entered my chamber. Since my eventful morning consumed pretty much all of my energy, I decided to stay inside and read some of the books I had stored on the massive bookshelf. At first, I was searching for a light romance novel, but I somehow ended up reading "History of the Dark Realm." The first few chapters described mostly things I already knew from Amanda and Ash, but then I learned more important basic information.

What the hell just happened? ##########

“You looked, I don’t know, peaceful.” “Honestly, this book is terrible,” Audrey said, holding up some thriller that I vaguely recognized. “I don’t know why the hell Annabelle has it on her shelf, but I fear for any of the recommendations she’s been giving out at the bookstore.” I suddenly realized where I recognized the book from. “Oh, that’s the one that all the book clubs were reading a while back,” I said. “She probably only got it because of that.” “Oh, that makes more sense,” Audrey said. There was an awkward silence. “So, are you going to sit down or what?”