What The Hell Did I Just Read Book Novels & Stories

What the hell am I supposed to do? ****************

I tried to get off the bed and I quickly got site of my favorite novel. I picked it and smelled it. it smelled just like him... lime and... honey.. creepy l know ' That bad honey ' I rolled my eyes as my subconscious spoke but in my bestfriend's voice " now she even interferes my thoughts" I looked at the book dreamily... I know how much it ends but I keep reading it . reciting the day he gave me the book, six years ago 'i heard you loved books...this one's shitty..but it was a last minute so..'

Kaltain Kingdom Leiya Helion brought me a bunch of novels to read while I recovered my strength completely. It was funny because they were all novels about a hero on a conquest, but falls in love along the way in the most unexpected way possible. I spent all my day reading and giggling at how silly it sounded but I kept reading. “You seem to be properly entertained." His voice distracted me and I looked up. “This book is so cliche.” I rolled my eyes, violently slamming it face down on my bed.

Zayden As soon as I got done showering, I hurried and dried my body and hair, put on my clothes and walk out the door. I see my little mate sitting in the chair I left her in but with a book in hand. I slowly walk over to her and lean on the back of the chair. I notice she is reading my favorite book. Catch 22 by Joseph Heller. “How do you like it so far?” I startled her apparently as she jumped as soon as I asked the question.

𝐏𝐎𝐕 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐀 I was reading a book when I realized I hadn’t understood a single line. The book remained open on my lap. My eyes moved across the words, line after line, but nothing made sense. It was as if I was only passing over them… without truly absorbing anything. I let out a soft sigh. I turned the page anyway. Automatic. The room was silent.

My eyes fell on a shelf, and I could see the most ancient books there. I grabbed one that looked strange among them. Then I leaned against a wall to read it calmly. The brown leather cover was torn from the corner of the book. As I opened it, I realized the edges of the pages were black with soot. 'This is weird,' I muttered. 'Someone tried to destroy this book. But who?'” ​I flipped to the first page and my heart stopped. Three words stared back at me… "Hell of Lycans." I gasped, the sound echoing through the silent library.

“What the hell is going on here?” My rasping voice only accentuated the strange, forlorn silence of my home. Nothing made any sense. Nothing seemed or felt real. Hadn’t, really, since we’d discovered those two dead dogs and that altar in the clearing, and especially since yesterday morning . . . When I’d seen that damned book at The General Store. The book I’d apparently bought in a fugue state and then read multiple times without remembering anything. The book that . . . I opened my eyes, looked down and—feeling very little surprise—saw The King Wears Yellow sitting open before me on the den table.

I murmur then read the rest "annd Prr-edjustice? Nope. Again." "Prre-dyu-dis? Prejudice?!"I exclaim quietly. Pride and prejudice! I can feel that I read it right. I walk to where Gabriel's book was lying cover up. It was too long but I can spell it. T-H-E M-A-K-I-N-G O-F T-H-E A-T-O-M-I-C B-O-M-B I am pretty sure I recognize the word bomb but I might be wrong. Why would Gabriel read those kinds of book?

'What the hell did I just read?' And before he could even process everything he heard some footstep nearing where he was Damon wanted to process everything about the information that he had finished reading but he can't seem to face process it all. For the moment, he was left standing at his position because he had already heard some nearing steps to the secret place thinking it might be the duke. He can’t seem to moved, like his whole body was paralyzed the moment he had red those information from the duke. He feels like it was another’s diary. He felt like – it was a diary of a long forgotten person within the empire. There, he was unconsciously shocked that the book that he had held tight

Whether she was willing to listen to me or not, I was going to do what I wanted to. I dropped the idea of going back to check up on Darius as Hazel got into describing what had happened in the book she'd just finished reading. Apparently, it was a love story between a mafia heir and a runaway princess. While I would always jump on an opportunity to read, I couldn't help but countdown the minutes that was left till it was time. Around an hour later, the said time arrived