Book Love Sense Novels & Stories

It was scorching like a flame and if auras could be tasted, hers would definitely be bitter. I shuddered, walking over to the first aisle to check it out. The first book that caught my attention was Blood, Pawns and Obsession. It was a dark romance by Rylie Martin. I had one of my projects on hold because I wanted to read this book and get into the head of the psychotic male lead, so I would understand him better and be able to execute my plotline to my taste. The grin on my face unconsciously widened, and I brought the book to my nose, sniffing it in.

she accused, leaning close to me for a kiss. I stopped her with my palm, my eyes staring deep into hers, “Don’t bore me. I'm not in the mood for this,” I snapped, my voice harsher than intended. The party hostess seemed to have some sort of telepathy skill, she anticipated my need and increased the sound of the background music, the beating of the music acting like electrical impulses as it coursed through my veins. “I have a party to enjoy,” a grin tugging by the side of my lips.

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; she read the title aloud and took the book. She sat on the small chair and put the books on the table in front of her. She took the ‘Love and Desires' book out. Selene pulled it out and flipped through some pages, and what was written in the book sent a strange feeling to her body. She was so engrossed in the romantic and erotic books in her hand that she didn't know someone had come in. She saw the shadow of someone walking towards her and looked up to see that it was Lord Aron in the room with her.

“Sexually, of course.” Her mouth parted slightly, like she didn’t quite know what to say. But the shift in her eyes gave her away, she liked the idea of it. I watched as she adjusted subtly, her thighs pressing together as if trying to steady herself. “No way.” She shook her head. “Yes way.” “You are insane.” “You like me insane.” Her lips curved into a little smile, there was now tension in the room. She grabbed the phone quickly, her fingers moving fast. At the top was the title I had typed earlier: ‘Ten Fantasies To Explore’ with empty lines underneath.

He was sure it was her brother. Ben was about to say something when the telephone rang and Cameron picked up the telephone. She was talking to someone on the phone when Ben got up from his seat and moved towards the shelves looking around at the books. He didn't find anything interesting. Ben wasn't the book freak. He found romance books nauseated and annoyed him. The sappy love stories in books that made people think love was so sweet and perfect. It all starts with a prince charming and then with a perfect girl who will love him and all.

After resting for a while, they walked around and saw a bookstore which they both agreed to enter. She was reading the back of Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen when Jacob asked her. “What do you say let’s read horror books? Like the ones we watched today?” “Eh? I’m scared. You go read first, then give me a summary, then I’ll decide. Haha!” “Roger!” as he picked The Dunwich Horror and Others by H.P. Lovecraft and IT by Stephen King. They finished book shopping, it was around three in the afternoon when Jacob invited her to go somewhere else.

Yes, I felt my cheeks hot and a pulsating pressure between my thighs and a wet sensation pressed against my panties. "If i was born as a werewolf, then this hospital ward would be filled with the smell of my arousal.... Shit...shit..shit... What happened to me today....Lara.. For sure, you have to stop reading your fantasy novels and your k-dramas...." I shook my head and driven all those f*cking thoughts out of my mind. He stopped kisssing me in the middle and took a deep breath. He opened and glared me with his lust filled eyes. Then he suddenly lifted me in a bridal style and gently placed me in the near by hospital bed. He widened my legs and stood in between my thighs.

It’s not that I can’t buy them myself, but there’s something special — something intimate — about him filling my bookshelves with the stories I love. I realized then how much I missed the sensory experience of a book: the weight of it in my hands, the rough texture of the paper, and that intoxicating, vanilla-like scent of old pages. “What are you saying?” I asked, barely looking up from the screen. “I’m saying, what are you still doing here?” she asked, practically screaming my head off with her eyes. “I don’t know… but I do know I’m waiting for something. It’s a feeling,” I said. I went back to my e-reader and continued highlighting a particularly moving passage.

“Hey, that’s cheating. You said we were only picking three books, but you’ve got four.” She grinned. “I just couldn’t resist this one. I’m definitely checking it out.” I shrugged, not wanting to argue. Chloe had always been a bookworm, even before I knew how to read. We headed to the counter and placed our books down. Chloe glanced at mine and then back at me. She knew I never typically picked up books written by men, especially ones about love. She always said men didn’t understand love the way women do, that they weren’t made to feel as deeply.