101 Books Romane & Geschichten

he shrugged, stepping closer. "A little? You have at least thirty books on that shelf." His lips twitched with a smile. "Thirty five," "Oh my god! I can't believe this. I thought you'd be like a forty eight laws of power kind of man. Or Atomic Habits. You're reading Harlequin and Silhouette desires!" I gaped.

I then showed her my bag which only contained books for appearance's sake. "Eh. Seriously?" She looked shocked. "Then how are you able to write notes or do your assignments?" "I don't need notes." My mind has a great memory. And I already learned so many things this past 99 years of my life. "Eh why? How are you able to study?" "Just answering the quizzes and exams are enough for me." "Ehhhh? Don't tell me your the type of student who is very quiet but actually very talented and smart?" She clasped her hands in her mouth.

Me: "I don't know...till they are 40?" Mom: [Surprised and a bit insulted.] "Not exactly. The record I think has been 66, but realistically it is 50 for making them, and up to 70 for simply carrying them to term for someone else. Now, if we were to be together, if you were to MARRY ME, we would have ten years to make babies, if we wanted to. TEN YEARS. That's ten chances to have new babies. Do you like the thought of that? Maybe me and you, making babies for ten years? Filling up this four bedroom house finally with baby after baby? In ten years, we might have two multiple births. Would you feel like you were a real man, a successful man, with a full DOZEN CHILDREN? Each time, you would see

"Oh, is that how it is? You don't have an ample supply?" "Why do you have so many questions?" "Just curious." Evy was taken by surprised by her defensive reaction. She gave her the last book, ignored her previous question, and began walking to the nearest table. "Put those books on your right hand here and the left goes there." "Okay." While she obediently did as she requested. How many books is she going to read in one sitting? There's a total of 50 books on the table and looking at it alone, was enough to have Holly running away. She doesn't have a problem reading if it's necessary but even she can say this was too much.

"And since when did you become such an expert on childbirth?" He gave an unfamiliar and sheepish grin. "I went out and bought just about every book there was on the subject." "And how many was that?" she asked faintly. He counted off on his fingers. "Four books on pregnancy. There’s an even bigger section on the first year of life, and then—" "I’ve heard everything I need to know." "Ah, but that’s where you’re wrong!" He poured them out some more mineral water, as if playing for time. "Whatever objections you may put up, you know in your heart that I’m right."

I run my fingers over the titles, my heart aching in a way I cannot quite explain. Ten books. Ten brand-new, beautifully bound romance novels. Enough to last me the rest of the month, maybe longer. I arrange them on the table, one by one, my mind racing as I try to make sense of what this means. Why would Jaydon send me these? Why now?

Taking a deep breath, I looked into Peter's eyes and said, "I truly want a divorce. A marriage isn't meant for three people—it's far too crowded. Of course, this won't affect Oskar Group and Abend Group's alliance." "You're still not satisfied after I apologized? Look at all the rich men in the world—who doesn't have multiple lovers? I only have Daisy. That's already more than reasonable." Peter quickly stepped in to ease the tension. "Stella, it's normal for young couples to argue. Don't mention divorce again. I'll take care of Daisy for you." Glancing at his assistant, Charlie Smith, he said, "Charlie, keep an eye on these two—don't let them secretly file for divorce." He then waved me off

And he was addicted to his little girl’s tight pussy. This was only the first story in the book of our sins. There were ninety-nine more ways to damn ourselves still waiting. And I could not wait to fall even deeper.