Beautifully Written Book Novels & Stories

Hello All You Beautiful People! I hope you've enjoyed the Xena-Axel chemistry so far. I just wanted to drop by and thank you all for reading my books. Also, just a gentle reminder, it is fictional romance and 'mej written by women' at the end of the day. I need to include a few bumps and flaws to ensure the plot and character development is interesting enough to keep you all hooked. I hope you have liked the book so far and continue to enjoy it further.

I really can’t thank you enough. I hope you all stick around for more fun rides and hope to see your reviews and comments throughout all of my stories. You can check The Secret of The Shadow which is a nice less vile Billionaire Romance. I bet you all could use a break after spilling so much blood. (Wink Wink). I love you all so much and pray to God to bless you and your families abundantly. You guys mean so much to me, ‘Tormentedly’ Yours RARE

The arrival had a different quality entirely. The book was lean. Precise. Every sentence earns its place. Sofia had stripped out everything that didn't belong and what remained was the pure essential thing — the interior experience of return, written with the particular authority of someone who had lived it and had taken the time to understand what they had lived before writing a single word about it.

I stuttered a reply. "Wow! You look very beautiful in person, way more beautiful than you look in your pictures. You even have a nice lip colour," he said, giving me a weird compliment and he winked, making my panic button go off immediately. His weird compliment had triggered an old memory that can only spell trouble for me.

here I was drowning myself in self-pity. What was worse was the fact that my fiance had severely injured my mother over something that could have been handled by the authorities which now was something I could no longer use due to my fiance being the center of the damage control that was to take place if the police were to be involved. From floating on air to crashing face first into the sidewalk of misfortune I found myself lost/confused and hurt beyond measure from all of those I once held close to my heart. I felt alone and confused about what I should do next with José, would I forgive him for what he has done? Could I ever forgive her or him...was I capable of being sympathetic to eith

What other response could she give to a face like that? “Here’s the world book! Let me know if you need anything else!” A thick book appeared in front of them. The cream hardcover shone like the surface of a pearl. The letters and edges appeared as though they were lined with gold foil. It was the most exquisite book she had ever laid eyes on, much less touch. What story could it possibly contain? 'My True Soulmate.’

If the spine of the book was with gold, the other side of that is painted either with a mesmerising landscape or scene, or a pattern that was so beautiful it might as well be a wall paper for the houses of everyone. “Wow,'' I mumbled to myself as I made my fingers glide from one book to another. They are all so beautiful. This is how books should be treated— with grace and care and all the special treatment there is— not left somewhere in a dark corner to collect dust and rot as the paper gets shredded by rats or by the time. I was so mesmerised that I was not able to notice that another person was also with me inside the Royal Library, browsing through the contents of a shelf labelled— fina

With him occupied, I pulled out the book I had managed to slip away from the library. The title ‘MINE’ was embossed in gold, though the letters were slightly worn as if they had been traced a thousand times. I opened the first page, expecting a ledger or a cold list of assets. Instead, I found a confession. The handwriting was sharp, elegant, and heavy with intent, like a chronicle of an obsession. Page after page, the author described a woman with a poetic, almost frightening reverence. He wrote about the way her hair caught the morning light, the specific, melodic pitch of her laugh, and the way she tasted like summer rain and secrets.

Dear Readers, I want to take a moment to express my heartfelt gratitude to each and every one of you who took the time to read my book, "Beauty And The Lycan Beast". Writing this book was a labor of love for me, and seeing so many of you enjoy it has been an incredible experience.

Her favorite by the writer. He was young, definitely younger than her, dressed in jeans with holes and a white linen shirt tucked in the front with a brown leather jacket over it. His hair was dark brown, almost black and hung in loose ringlets to his shoulders. He was wearing what looked like very expensive boots. He may have been the most beautiful man she had ever seen, in person. He glanced her way and his eyes met hers. They were so blue she was sure they were contacts. She was flushed, she could feel it. She looked down and started toward the other side of the shelf, trying to seem unaffected. She peeked through the books and noticed he was coming closer, still thumbing through the boo