Woman Reading A Book Novels & Stories

A hockey stick logo stands out in gold on the top corner. I can't hide my snicker. Her eyes dart to me, narrowing. "Something funny?" "Nothing, nothing." Trying to keep a straight face, I bite my lower lip. "Enjoy your cute little read." "I will." Her tone comes out innocent, but when her eyes return to the pages, she grins like there's something I don't know. Another first for me. Once in the bathroom, I shove a toothbrush between my teeth. A woman is in my bed, not trying to take my clothes off and reading a romance book, presumably about some fictitious boyfriend. What's going on?

I walked over to the children's books area, I was thankful no one was around as I sat down in a beanbag after grabbing a few books to read. "Ella, stop slouching around and get to work" my manager yells at me, there was no one in the shop while I was sitting around here. I looked up to see a woman standing next to the register, I huffed angrily and put the book away before walking over to the nice looking lady. "Hi ma'am, how may I help you?" I ask the woman, she was only about five feet tall, with brown long hair and brown eyes. "Hello, I'm here for the new werewolf story" she says looking at me, I tried my best to hide under my own overgrown bangs.

She brought it down to the couch and took out the first volume and started flipping the pages. “My God, I could stay for days here just to read this book. There is no way I can finish it in hours.” She started to feel a bit overwhelmed by the thick pages. Ana was a woman who could sit down just reading for hours in her leisure time but since she was merely visiting him she thought it was impossible for her to truly enjoy the wonderful books inside the house.

When the left hand of the man touched the thick book, the man noted that the book was also very heavy. He took one last strong pull at the wine and began reading what was written inside. It was of the woman's own handwriting as she portrayed and poured all her veiled feelings within the book. Although she lived a long life, the woman did not spend it in vain as she had worked very hard for the benefit of the people especially the children.

For a long time, the room remained silent and yet it did not hinder them nor made them feel awkward with each other, instead, it made them work more efficiently. By the time that it was time for Augustine to leave work, the news that Allana was with their Boss had already gone around and even went as far as other companies who were only up for gossip. Fixing his table up to his liking, Augustine glanced at the woman on his sofa, comfortably reading a book, on her lap was the blanket that he picked up for her, he didn’t like the fact that those men that would enter his room would glance at the woman, admire her for a long time. It makes him want to poke their eyes out.

she began to go on, “not a surprise since she’d always say her kind of paradise would be a library.” “So if you want, you can go upstairs to read that book you’re holding,” said someone beside me, her voice soft and light like a caress of a feather. I craned my neck to see a woman with unruly hair as red as blood and bright blue eyes, pointing her index finger up. “Only for a maximum of three hours for one book. Once the time is up, we will begin to charge you ten lums per hour," she told me with a set face.

Someone snaps and I jump, pressing a hand to keep my heart in my chest. I spin around to see a woman glide down the row in heels and push a book into the shelf. She is fully covered in a red dress which molds to her generous curves and she raises a brow when she sees me gawking. “These pages are old and delicate. You should be careful of how you handle them. What’s your name?” I stare at her, a little startled at her bold beauty. There is not much of that in Lyria, this unapologetic sexuality.

Two places were somehow connected through this wall. I walked through the door into a dimly lit room. It had bookshelves all around and among those hundreds of books and a jungle of shelves sat a woman dressed in white silk night robes. Somehow, whenever I came here, I always found her sitting on the chair and the reading table. The same book opened before her, written in a language that could no longer be read or understood. Her long black hair flowed down her back, almost touching her knees, and I could tell where exactly Carys got her beauty from.

Her gaze still focused on her book as she made her way out of the restaurant. It was dark outside. Why would she be out so late? She giggled as she flipped through the pages. It was a romance novel. She seemed to be a sucker for books. It was a coffee shop. Elizabeth had a book in her hand, her gaze focused on the words as she flipped through each page. "Here you go, ma'am," a lady said, placing a cup of Americano before Elizabeth. She looked up at the lady, a gentle smile spreading across her face. "Thank you," she said politely.

Julianne walked with Marianne to the library after classes were over. They met the library woman by the desk whose eyes were engrossed in a romance novel. Marianne pretended to cough and the woman looked up with a frown, as if angry that were cutting her spices short. “Yes?” she demanded. “I would like to borrow a book,” Marianne said. “Do you have your library pass with you?” the woman asked as she took out a book and opened the pages.