Aphrodite Jones: Books Novels & Stories

The observation hung between them, raw and unspoken. Clarisse plucked a slim volume from the shelf—Sappho’s fragments, its cover worn soft by time. "My favorite," she said, tracing the spine with that finger. "She wrote about love in broken pieces. Like us." She didn’t look at Amara, but her words landed like stones in still water. Like us. Amara reached for a book on her own—Machiavelli’s The Prince, the Italian edition she’d read on the jet. Her fingers brushed the scar on her wrist as she opened it, the silver line catching the dim light.

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"When Jade's team fails, maybe we'll pick up the pieces." The werewolf said nothing. But his gaze lingered on Lysar like a silent plea. One Lysar ignored with the same ease she'd ignore a falling leaf. She had bigger games to play. Games that involved shattering Jade Ishola into dust. And maybe—if the gods were kind—watching her drown in the forest long before Kreel. :~*~: - Meanwhile — Jade's POV - Sweat clung to my skin under the mask. My back ached. My legs burned. But I didn’t slow. I couldn’t.

There are books below to keep you company. Narcissus. I peered down beneath the table in pure curiosity and there I saw more books. The hopeless romantic books that I had to read. It ends with us and ugly love by Colleen Hoover stood out the most to me. I read reviews on it and it seemed good. It was actually on my next turn list but then I got engaged in the ace of spades that was a part of the collection that Narc had sent and annotated.

I will be what you eat and drink as I fill you with my manhood and do more unspeakable actions that will rip you from your innocence. Submit to me, my Aphrodite. For only I can help the ache in your womanhood. For only I can give you what you really deserve. We can explore each other's desires and fulfil our never ending lust. For what do we live for other than to enjoy life? I read the last line with a naughty smile on my face as I bit my lips, looking around at the cherry blossoms before my hands moved on their own accord. My hands traced my exposed thigh, going higher and higher, yet it did not have the same effect as Abigor's cold fingers.

I flipped it over to read the back. Then I saw the title on the spine. Craving The Wrong Man by Nancy Grey. I froze. The wrong man. I looked at the description. A woman trapped by circumstances, falling for the dangerous man sent to protect her. Forbidden desire. Enemies to lovers. High stakes romance. My face burned hot. Oh, this was too close. Way too close. This was basically my life right now, packaged as a romance novel. Minus the actual romance part, of course. Because I wasn't falling for Zade. I wasn't.

She mumbled while her face was covered with a bruise. They just fought with their rivals inside the cell especially Arian. She hated Lucy so much. Lucy thought she found a true friend but the truth is, Cassandra has a motive why she helps her. Everything has a price. "Do you know that Mr. Kent Oliver Stone has a mistress? And today, she will be detained here!", Arian came closer to Cassandra who was looking at her daughter's photo. She heard Arian. She put back Kylie's photo in her wallet. Her eyes shifted to her inmate Arian. She set a smile on her face.

, I don’t know if I can make it.” Conner held my hand that was on his face and kissed my palm. “I now know how I have wronged you because of my selfishness. I was too clouded by my jealousy that I didn’t dare to confront you. I even resented you for believing what I thought I saw.” He looked down and caressed my hand inside his. “When my uncle Jack said that I must marry soon I loathed it, but then he gave me this folder which contained the woman who I am supposed to marry and knew that it was you I didn’t hesitate to say yes.” He looked at me with utmost sincerity “The moment you walked down the aisle I know that I wanted this even with that stupid contract. It didn’t matter if it was the o

It was the only thing missing in the picture, the only thing keeping her from complete happiness. Caitlin spotted, off to the side, what looked like a makeshift bar, on top of a crumbling ruin. It was lined with all sorts of exotic goblets and chalices—silver, gold, encrusted with jewels—and between them sat several glass pitchers of a red liquid, fruit floating inside.

Caitlin nearly lunged across the room, grabbing the book and holding it up to the candlelight with shaking hands. Please God, let this be it, she thought. She pulled back the cover and nervously flipped to the title page: De Fascino Libri Tres. Her heart flooded with relief. She could hardly believe it. She had actually found it. Caitlin quickly thumbed through the pages, going as fast as she could to the missing page. Please, please be there. Please be the matching page. She started to worry about what she would do if the matching page weren’t there. Or if this was all a hoax. She was shaking with anticipation as she got closer. 530, 532….