Woman With A Book Novels & Stories

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.

He spat glassy eyed and walked out with a slam of the door behind him. I went to her side as she slowly got up holding her hand to her face with tears in her eyes, quickly wiping them away. She placed a hand on her swollen stomach and took a shallow breath. "Are you okay?" I asked quietly. "Why are you stealing books, if you would have asked I would have brought them down," She said gently. "Stealing books?" I questioned my lack of understanding. "Yes, taking them when they aren't yours," The woman replied. "I haven't, the voice gives them to me. I thought they were gifts," I told her truthfully.

She had wondered privately if the stink of the city alone could coerce her to follow her husband’s command to stay indoors, though she considered it highly unlikely. As she had paused to examine the books lining the shelves, the faint beginnings of her good humour had fled. The titles on the spines leered down at her, the jagged lettering contriving rotten faces of their own. Woman and Sin, they read. The Keeping of a Good Wife. Accomplishments Acceptable in the Female Gender.

“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.

Rows of books stretch out like narrow hallways, dim and waiting. Behind a wide oak desk, a woman looks up. She’s maybe in her sixties, hair pulled into a bun so tight it gives me a headache just looking at it. She wears a buttoned cardigan the color of dusty rose and has the kind of sharp eyes that could slice through lies like hot wire through butter. “Good afternoon,” she says politely. “Hi.” I step closer. “I was wondering if you have any historical records of…um…on Hucow Hollow?” I finish.

The bookshelf to the left is filled with cookbooks and baking guides. A grey haired woman in shades sits behind a table. She looks like she doesn’t have time for nonsense. Her wine-red button-down shirt looks freshly ironed but the color looks a bit washed. One hand is tapping away on a tablet, and the other holds a half-full cup of what looks like black coffee. I straighten my back. “Good morning, ma’am,” Gigi says in the softest, most polite voice I’d ever heard come from her mouth. I almost do a double take. Wait, what? Gigi?

A woman approached Jacob who was reading a book, the woman continued to watch from a distance until she approached Jacob in his chair. "Excuse me." Jacob immediately looked up at the beautiful woman in front of him. The woman smiled and said, "I see you're so focused on reading the book that you didn't notice the book was upside down." Jacob felt embarrassed and immediately turned his book upside down. He did not notice because he saw this woman. "I usually read like this," Jacob replied, shaking off his embarrassment. The woman laughed and sat down in front of Jacob. Jacob was stunned to be mesmerized by the beauty of the woman he had always liked. He never thought she would come to him.

she brushed the front of her black short wavy angled bob behind her ear and fully turned around, a large book in her hand. The woman didn't look as old as I thought she was from behind. She looked like a woman in her late fifties. "How may I help you?" I ran my eyes over her body. At first glance, you'll think she's not special but I knew she was, I could feel it. Anyone who'd experienced the presence of a god or a higher being like the fox deities would know. The woman was suppressing her presence and she might not be a woman to begin with. "I'm looking for Edwin Strife. Where can I find him?"

Perhaps this will give me understanding. I order two waffle sandwiches with pieces of omelet rounds and bacon slices, remembering how Evers enjoyed the maple bacon donut that the wolf male had gifted me. The little woman presses the silver square on the screen twice, it says "WFB" and I make a mental note. I sit next to the door as I wait on the pink haired beauty to arrive. I observe the people who enter and those I can see from the window. I pretend not to see Evers as I 'read' the book while she makes her way towards me. "Aislaine! So sorry, I'm running behind. I overslept. Well, I always oversleep. You look nice this morning! I love the top." She sits down across from me and I open the b

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.