Novel & Cerita Amazon The Picture Of Dorian Gray

"Oh, sorry pun." He frowned. "Awful." He slowly stood up, rubbing his belly. I smiled dryly, turning my attention back to the shelf of novels, my eyes sparkling with excitement. I picked out a book, and examined it with curiosity, deep down I knew that I would love to immerse myself in this book. "The Picture of Dorian Gray," He read the title, sounding almost surprised. "Didn't know you were into that dark romantic literature." I smirked. "There's so much you don't know about me, Ryan."

Sitting by herself in her study, Aurora's laptop screen's illumination created lengthy shadows that stretched around the space. She hesitated over the "Send" button, her finger shaking on the touchpad, her heart hammering in her ears. There were a number of private photos in a folder called "Dorian – Exposed" that she had laboriously collected over several months. Every picture captured the forbidden moments between Dorian and his mistress, like a shard of glass, cruel and merciless. These were the times that had stoked her suffering and nourished her thirst for vengeance.

POV: Beatrice A worn copy of The Picture of Dorian Gray wasn’t something I ever imagined finding among Ryuu’s belongings. Yet, there it was, the creased spine and dog-eared pages betraying how many times it had been read. As I picked it up to place it among my own books, a few photographs slipped free, drifting silently to the floor like ghosts of a past I didn’t know existed. Two photos. Both folded, creased with time.

Before opening it up, I could tell you exactly what was in the picture frame by frame because of the amount of times I have seen it. The picture was taken in a living room of sorts and an elegantly dressed woman stood by a bookshelf. She was wearing a long black dress and her neck was adorned in pearls. In her arms, she held a smiling infant of a little under a year old with mousy brown hair and hazel eyes- Amelia. The woman was a splitting image of Amelia and not anything like my mate who was elegant and had jet black hair and the brightest green eyes I stared at the picture in disdain and made my way to my drawer and took out a lighter. I walked over to the balcony and held the picture out

"For you. The signed first edition of that neuroscience book you’ve been wanting for a year." Avery opened it. It was the new release, with a golden "To" signature on the title page. She looked at Sophia, her eyes stinging. "How did you even find this?" "A bookstore owner in London knows the author. I pestered him forever. Just tell me you love me!" She pushed the other box forward. "And this is for my darling Dorothea. Portable watercolors. They don't stain clothes." Avery took it, her throat tightening at the rabbit and strawberry designs on the packaging. "She’ll love it."

he called after me. I shot him a grin over my shoulder. “I prefer persistent.” Four hours later, the bookstore was quiet. The sky outside had gone dark, painted in deep navy streaked with hints of leftover sunset. I was curled into a battered armchair that smelled like dust and old secrets, half-reading a tattered copy of The Picture of Dorian Gray, half-watching him from behind the pages. He hadn’t spoken again. Not once. But he hadn’t asked me to leave either.

The exhaustion beneath his eyes was little compared to what his body spoke. The lecture hall was already half full when he slipped inside. Soft murmurs drifted through the room as students settled into their seats. Rabbit took his usual place near the front but close enough to hear clearly, far enough to avoid attention. He laid out his notebook with meticulous precision. Top left corner: date. Centered title: ENG 342 — Gothic Literature. Beneath it, he wrote neatly: The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde He paused, staring at the words. A story about beauty.

I asked calmly. “Are you seeing her? Because I will never approve,” Mom declared. I noticed Marlene glancing our way, likely wondering what the argument was about. I ignored Mom but couldn’t shake her words. “Are you okay?” Marlene asked, reaching for my hand. “Yes… I’m fine,” I lied, focusing on keeping my composure. AUTHOR’S POINT OF VIEW Georgia sat in her car after a meeting with the senator’s wife. In her hand was an envelope containing intimate pictures of her encounter with Brandon.

Dane grinned, making sure I flinched uncomfortably. “Can we not talk about my relationship right now?” Dane chuckled as he picked up the image. “Alright, Ryden. Just apologize and make a grand gesture.” “Oh, Goddess.” Amelia picked up the worst and most graphic image. A white male body in his late twenties with a charred chest, hallowed eyes, mouth wide open, and cauterized claw marks on the lower abdomen. “You’ve seen this way of killing before?” “No, but can’t you see it?” She pointed at me, and I was still clueless.

“You don’t want me to leave.” No. He fucking didn’t, he sure as hell didn’t want her to leave! He pushed off the counter, the wooden floors creaking under his deliberate steps as he closed the distance between them. He stopped just behind her, close enough that he could breathe her in vanilla and something deeper, something uniquely her. His fingers ghosted over the book she was holding. The Picture of Dorian Gray. “Do you know what this book is about?” His voice was low, almost a whisper.