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Through it, he saw Beauty, in a scarlet coat that shimmered under the dim overhead lights, and Adrian, leaning casually against a crate as though he owned the place. “You’re playing a dangerous game,” Adrian was saying. Beauty’s laugh was low and smooth. “Danger is the point. Jack’s too careful now. He needs a push.” “And you think burning a yacht will do it?” Adrian’s smirk carried a trace of disbelief. “It’s just the opening act,” Beauty replied. “The real show is coming. By the time I’m done, he’ll be begging to crawl back to me or he’ll be ruined.” Jack’s hands clenched into fists. Every word was confirmation: she wasn’t here for reconciliation. She was here to destroy him.

to keep it moving. "It’s 'Ugly,' Audrey," Lucas said, his voice filled with a deep, rugged affection. He looked at the flickering, sputtering suns that burned with the "Dissonant-Colors" of unrefined Quintessence. "It looks like the North. It looks like the first time we tried to build a boiler out of scrap-iron. It’s a 'Beautiful-Disaster'."

This is a new story. what do you think about Brandon and Lauren relationship? Are you expecting more of them? "Hi, may I help you find something?" I ask as I approach a strikingly beautiful woman looking around the bookstore. "Yes," she smiles at me. "I'm looking for books on orgasms." She says it so matter-of-factly that it catches me off guard. Or maybe it's her exquisite eyes, deep brown with an almost oriental look, coupled with her mahogany complexion that makes me catch my breath.

So I finally look up and see an eight-year-old girl annihilate my front display like she’s reenacting Fast & Furious: Bookstore Drift. Books everywhere. Glorious chaos. Behind her is a woman. A beautiful woman. A diner-uniform, exhausted beyond salvation, mascara-smudged, hair-falling-out-of-the-bun-but-still-somehow-sexy beautiful woman. She stops dead when the books hit the floor. “Oh my God—no, no, no—I’m so sorry—she’s just—today has been—I—please don’t kick us out—” The panic in her voice is pure, distilled chaos.

Fuck I miss them too, I hope they don't hate me. "Well I'm back to work now. I'm actually in Paris, first time that I've been back since we were here together, and my god the whole fucking town reminds me of you. I even went to that little bookstore that I took you to, trying to find a little piece of you to keep with me. I found a book that reminded me of you. It's called 'Finding the joy in the smallest things'. That's what you do, you're grateful for the little things in life, you made me grateful for the small things. I found joy in your laugh, your smile, your presence, even finding this stupid little book. But now that I've started reading it I've realised it's one of those self help b

I was slowly getting invested in the books and if given an opportunity I wouldn't leave the library. A maid had brought milk and biscuits earlier for brunch… I ate the biscuits while reading the book which was titled ‘ beautiful revenge’ so far it was the best contemporary romance novel I have ever come across… It is educational and entertaining and also tragic in a good way… I was feeling better and thankfully Damian hadn't been bothering me which was a good thing for me… After leaving the hospital that day I barely saw the likes of him and even after being discharged, I was brought home by Sebastian who barely said a word to me even when I tried to start up a conversation..

Bella Pov Karen's book hit number one on the bestseller list three weeks after it published. I saw it displayed in the window of every bookstore I passed. "The Other Woman: A Love Story" in big letters with Karen's photo on the back cover. She was smiling in that photo. Looking innocent and sympathetic. Nothing like the woman who tried to poison 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

“I mean… not like this. Not the kind that feels like you’re actually enjoying the company and not just trying to survive the hour.” “Well,” he said, “you made me talk about my embarrassing hoodie collection and admit I was a fanboy. That’s a big deal.” “I’m honored.” “You should be,” he teased. We passed a tiny bookstore that was closed for the night. The window display was filled with fairy lights and romance novels with outrageously dramatic covers. I stopped for a second, looking through the glass. “You read romance?” he asked, tilting his head. “Guilty,” I said. “Sometimes I just like to pretend things work out for people.”

she said with concern written in her voice. I nodded as I waved an assuring smile. “Yes, I’m okay.” “Then what was that about Damian claiming that you were his?” She asked. “Promise you won’t freak out.” I pleaded and she nodded. “You know that stuff I said about being sold off to a billionaire…blah blah.” I said and she nodded correspondingly. I paused, “that was about me.” She didn’t react. More like she didn’t understand. “I’m being sold off to Damian Cooper as a slave in the disguise of a bride!” I said.