Woman Reading A Book Novels & Stories

I was sitting close to the window while reading a new book, this time making sure to browse through the book and making sure I hadn’t taken one like the last. Though I doubt that was possible because Sin made sure to remove any books of that nature from the library shelf. I giggled, flipping the pages of the book I was reading, when the door of my room pulled open and a woman walked in. She was dressed in a sophisticated and elegant way. Her brown hair was tied up in a tight bun with little to no makeup on her face.

Books filled every corner—some open, others stacked haphazardly like they’d been read and reread a hundred times. A soft breeze stirred the gauzy curtains, carrying the scent of something floral—lavender, maybe, or sage. And then I saw her. At the center, seated in a massive chair, near a window and holding a steaming cup I assumed was probably tea, was a woman. Her hair was dark auburn, long and thick, braided loosely and thrown over one shoulder. Her eyes, a sharp gray mixed with faint silver– flicked up from the book she was reading and fixed on me.

I absentmindedly run my finger along the sand, really I'm just doing anything to distract myself from what I'm about to do. "Sorry That took so long, just finishing up with another client" A smartly dressed older woman opens the door and hurries into the room. She dressed in a light blouse and a long flowing skirt, her large frizzy hair clipped together at the top of her head. She settles into the chair in front of me and picks up a large thin leather book and flicks it open to a blank page. "Amelia, is it?" She asks me as she picks up a pen. I mumble a quiet yes as she writes before she looks back up at me with a warm smile.

Another sigh escaped him, this one edged in irritation. While he waited, he studied the Maddox woman. She was cute, doe-eyed, with a shy smile and svelte, but curvy build. And one of the most sensual mouths he’d ever seen, framed up nicely by the shoulder-length cut of her dark hair. She was also big-time brainy. The book she’d been reading was a veritable War and Peace, full of long strings of complex equations he’d seen as he wandered by casually, scoping her out.

They have one train of thought: Indeed, he can’t resist not to see our Young Lady’s charms! Far from their imagination of their feminine Young Lady, the mentioned person was leisurely sitting on her bed while munching some melon seeds and reading the book Jean had given her earlier in the day. Her television was also turned on despite the fact that she wasn’t really paying any attention to it since she was engrossed in reading. “Waah! Handsome ah!” She squealed as she read the book on her hand with a wide smile on her face and laughing maniacally to herself, or so she thought.

I later chewed wild onions and covers to mask the scent from Remus. I see the humans take a few books from the massive rows of shelving and sit on the benches with them. I follow suit and take a few striking titles back to the most isolated bench with me. I read as I listen, occasionally peering up and around to see how close this man has advanced. He leaves to the other sides of the storecafter getting about ten feet from me, and he returns smelling of meat and sweet confections.

I had almost forgotten they speak these since Damien stopped some time after I was brought to this pack. “Hey come on.” Linda turned to me swiftly before walking into another room. Walking into the room filled with nothing more than long rows of shelves filled with books to the brim, a quite aged woman was sitting at a table, reading a book with her eyeglass fixed on the bridge of her nose. “Hello, Mrs. Kennedy.” Linda greeted, keeping a smile on her face. “Hello, how may I help you?” She did not look friendly, not even one bit, she looked like she was mad for getting disturbed. Linda immediately pulled the stealer’s book from her back, placed it on the table and hurriedly flipped through th

There’s a computer on the desk and its surrounded by a lot of books heaped upon one another, she raises her head and smiles in greeting when I drew closer and shuts the novel she was reading. “Can I help you?” “Hmm, I just wanted to look around. Hope that’s okay.” “Yeah, of course, you can.” She nods, motioning for me to go ahead. Saying a quick thanks, I make my way through the shelves and run my hands down the lines of books. I searched around for any book that could be related to elemental’s and found a few, just when I was about to trace my way back to the storefront and settle down on one of the sofa’s to read, the sound of something being hit made me pause. Frowning, I step closer to t

I had the urge to touch it, so I reached forward for it. "I wouldn't touch that if I were you," I jerked at the gruff voice and turned around. It was an old woman with grey asymmetric Bob hair and beautiful brown skin. She held a walking stick with a snake's head and red eyes. She wasn't green, blue, or decapitated like the others, she looked like a real woman. "That book might be titled 'NAMES', but it is not a good book. Those five letters stand for something, terrible things. Open that book and you won't love what you will see,"

Since I’m going to be Astrid’s mom forever, I figure I’ll need all that information, so I’d better get the book. I get to the check-out area, and there’s a redheaded lady there with glasses staring at her computer. She looks up when I plop the heavy book on the counter. “Sorry,” she says. “That’s a reference book, so we can’t check those out. You’re welcome to read it here.” “Oh,” I say. “Sorry.” “No problem,” she says, then she goes back to staring at her computer screen.