Woman Reading Book Novels & Stories

In the middle of the room was a young woman, dwarfed by the mass of shelves around her. I felt a shudder across the floor and quickened my pace towards her. The dame's hair reminded me of golden wheat, in color and texture. A look of deep concentration wrinkled her brow, making her appear slightly older than she was. Her slim fingers brushed down the page as she read, the plate of food beside her remaining untouched. The floor shuddered again and I moved a bit closer. I studied her features as diligently as she studied her book, trying to memorize every curve and plane. A muffled voice in the background called out, the sound akin to listening underwater. "Sydney."

“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.

The silence that was not empty. "Tell me about it," he said. "All of it. The room. The women." She told him. About the oval of chairs. About the particular quality of a room full of women who have all been in the kitchen in their different ways. About the woman who had read the book four times and needed to see that she was real. About the woman who was three days into her own version of the discovery and had come to the event in the particular bravery of someone still in the acute phase of something reaching toward the one thing that might help.

So he hadn't really woken up yet? Aaah, so it's like that. There's no way he'd wake up without a full moon, right? So Liam was silent, enjoying the moment quietly, wishing it would never end. He saw the woman reading with focus, turning the page of the book in front of her slowly. Her breathing was so soft and steady, that it almost felt surreal. It was like Liam was looking at a marble statue reflecting the moonlight. After a few minutes, the woman turned the last page and realized she had finished reading the book. Only then did the woman lift her head to place her book on the side table.

As my fingers reached the book, a person's hand reached the book from my right side. A sturdy woman stood before me, adjusting her glasses as our gazes met. Her eyes—sharp, observant—narrowed as she took me in. She took a glance at the book and then to me before scanning me whether she could recognize me or not. She looked like she was in her mid-thirty, beautiful and strong. "What’s your name?" The first thing she asked, her eyes were on my clothes... or rather I say Halia's clothes. There was something about her presence. Something unsettling yet undeniably powerful.

That simple but alluring woman he saw at the cafeteria who was watching porn, in day light. What is she doing in the middle of the crowd? Randall was so confused he approached the woman who was all out smiling while a large group of women, holding books were so ecstatic to see her. Some were patiently waiting for their turn to approach the woman. Curiosity kills him big time, he approached at the crowd. The woman was behind the long table clothed in white together with other entities he doesn’t know who. He was about to walk near the table to ask what is going on, when a young lady block his way.

“Hm ... how about we just go to our favorite spa? But before that, I want to go to the bookstore. It is been so long not visiting there. Who knows if there are some interesting books, then I can buy them soon.” A woman with blood type A would have imagined if they immediately carried the intention out. She could already imagine the sea of books stored neatly on the shelves, so that this situation makes her interest in reading and buying lots of books unstoppable. "Oh, so you already want to go to the bookstore? If that is the condition, what time do you want to go to the spa? You can decide now, before I call our favorite location to book an appointment.”

"If they catch us in the Library, they’ll just put us back in a different book. They’ll put us in a story where we never met. They’ll put us in a story where we’re enemies." "Then we find our own book," Rowan said, stepping to my side. He held his restored blade ready. "We find the one that isn't finished." "There are no unfinished books here, Alpha," a new voice said. We turned. Standing at the end of the aisle was a woman. She was wearing a simple gray dress and a shawl. She held a candle in one hand and a heavy iron key in the other. She didn't look like a Director or a Creator. She looked like a **Librarian**.

concluded that woman and began to get up from her seat. "Fine." Said Jimmy and followed the woman's direction until she reached a place lined with ancient books. The woman was need to climbed the available stairs and took some of book that was dusty and its pages were still use old pages, golden black colour. She went downstairs from ladder and gave Jimmy all of any books in her arm, not until there she walked her feet again to three shelves from the location of the first location. She just up her feet until which is touching the floor just her fingers feet to reach some rather heavy books. After picking up a few books, she with carefully handed them all to Jimmy.

Mary snapped, losing her patient, “just because it's not white, doesn't mean it's black, Amber." "I don't understand," I said. "What I was trying to say is..., women in our circumstances need to be smart. Know better, know how to keep our life in line and...," Hanna then lowered her lips to my ears. "We lure them in then get things done quietly," I flinched. Her warm breath tickled me.