Woman Reading A Book Novels & Stories

“I'm sorry.” “No, you're not,” she said, her stare was already pressing down on me. Because annoyingly, she was somehow right. “She actually spent almost half of her day here,” the woman added. “Doing what exactly?” She stared at me again, as if thinking whether to keep this conversation going or not. “Reading of course, what else?” “What was she basically reading about?” “Almost everything,” she gestured towards the space in the bookstore. That was when my eyes drifted towards them. Almost all the book covers were about wolves and leaders. But there wasn't any picture on them, just words.

She looked up. A woman she had never seen before. Older. Maybe seventy. White hair cut close. The posture of a woman who had once been someone significant and had never quite stopped, the particular uprightness of a person who carries themselves as if the space they occupy has always been theirs by right. She had a book in her own lap. She looked at Sophia for a moment, then looked down at it. The library was quiet. "You are running out of time," the woman said. Quietly. Without looking up. "He has decided to stay."

The woman then walked to the right and sat on one of the chairs that were there. "Wow. It's my first time entering a large library like this. Usually maybe I just walked into a bookstore and bought a novel there to read at home, "Bella muttered. The woman was busy looking at this huge library area. The books here are neatly arranged and lined up on the shelves that have been provided. Really awesome. Plus, the condition of this library is very calm and conducive. It is suitable for her who really likes reading books. Bella shook her head softly. The woman looked back at the book that she had put on the table. She immediately focused on hers original purpose here. Reading book.

"GOOD evening, ma'am! Welcome back!" A woman in her early forties stepped out of a luxury car and smiled at the elderly man who greeted her. She took a deep breath and looked around the mansion in front of her. It was grand and screamed wealth and elegance. It looked like a royal palace that could capture anyone's attention—intimidating yet astonishing. It was larger than life but definitely appropriate for a woman like her. It was exactly the kind of place where she could show everyone her power and dominance.

She took a deep breath, grabbed some more books she thought she’d read at home and walked to the counter. Rhys reentered the bookstore, his gaze instinctively seeking her out until it settled upon her. There she stood, bathed in the soft glow of ambient light filtering through the windows, a representation of grace amidst the chaos. Before her, a towering stack of books wobbled riskily in her arms, straining against the limits of her slender frame. Engaged in conversation with the elderly gentleman behind the reception desk, she seemed utterly captivated by whatever the man was saying. He took slow steps towards the counter standing behind her.

Take as much time as you need, "she muttered and left. I stood in the doorway and took deep breaths. When I was so sure I was okay, I opened the door. The room was orderly. Books on two shelves and a smaller stack on the table by the window. More than I expected. The spines were worn in the way of books that had been read more than once. A woman sat in the chair by the window with her back to me. Slight. Dark hair. Her hands rested on the arms of the chair with a stillness that did not read as passive. The straightness of her posture was not rigid. It was just how she held herself.

There were tall shelves that reached to the ceilings, filled with books and what looked like small bottles. A woman came into my line of sight. She wore a black gown that flowed to the ground. She also held a giant book in her hands, which she read from though her lips barely moved. She paced the floors, and the candlelight whished with her movement. I groaned, the discomfort of the rough ropes that dug into my wrists and ankles becoming too much to ignore. Upon hearing me, she paused and turned to me. Her face finally came into view. She looked aged, with deep-lined wrinkles etched into her skin. Her thin gray hair hung down her body in strands, and her eyes were so white they unnerved me.

The older woman didn't respond, instead, she walked over to the clinic cupboard to pour a glass of water for the young woman laying on the bed. Aurora accepted it gratefully, her throat was indeed dying to be soothed. "I'm here to visit you, nothing else " The woman spoke. Aurora was sure she had never seen this woman in her entire life, why would she come to visit her. The woman began to flip through the pages of her red book again, earning Aurora's curiosity. "What is that? " The woman looked up, her expression was neutral. "I tend to forget things easily, this helps to remember "

They might have an idea of who collects Renae's notes. There's only one woman in here today. Anna. A middle aged woman with a constant sneer on her face, and said sneer is currently directed at me. I don't bother with her, going straight for the shelf. I feign searching for one of my favoured romance tomes. I take out one, set it on the table and begin my search for the next. I turn back once and when I'm certain the woman isn't staring, I take out Renae's book and flip the pages. It's...empty.

Without knocking, she opened the door and stepped inside and moved to the side before the door came rushing back and it closed itself with a soft click. Amber walked in the narrow space, separated by shelves and she now came to stand in the large area; the center of the bookshop where there are chairs and tables. Her eyes fell on a man at the back, who was reading a book and at the front of him sat a woman, a book in her hand also, with a cup of coffee on the table where she sat. “Amber,” Amber heard her name and her eyes moved to look at the counter where she saw Hazel who stood behind it. She walked over to the counter and leaned over.