Book Review Call Me By Your Name Mga Nobela at Kwento

It's called: Sweet treachery. by Penaciousshewa. And help leave a review on her book. Thanks a lot! Author note

They bring me back from my preoccupation. “What are you reading that is so interesting that I have to call your name three times.” “Huh” “Don’t huh me. You have to tell me what this book is about because it seems to have your full attention.”Enzo says, confusing me a bit by his sudden interest.

It felt just spectacular sharing this beneath my students' noses. One rose and came to me with a book. A young man with a classic novel, Dune. "Um." He stared at Mr. Douberry. "Can I check this out?" "Of course, you can," I said. "Mr. Douberry's just walking me through a problem on my computer, but the check out's still working." I squeezed down on that dick, savoring him in me. I wiggled my hips just to get some stimulation. "This is an amazing novel. Very deep and very satisfying. Really expands you and fills you up."

But she had time to bring him food and buy him gifts. She wore me down piece by piece. I couldn't sleep. Every time I opened a book, my stomach turned. My grades fell apart. Still, I held onto the lie that she would come through for me. As I was lost in thought, another message came in. [We're at the gate. Leave through the back balcony. [If anyone sees you, you don't get paid.] From somewhere outside, I caught the sound of lively voices and cheers.

His gaze was a laser-focus, a possessive, terrifying hunger locked onto me. He spoke. The voice was a low, resonant rumble that felt like a physical weight on my chest. "Fifty million." The room stayed silent. Not a single person dared to outbid him—or even look him in the eye. A panicked murmur broke the stillness, passing through the back rows like a contagion. “Romanov,” someone breathed, the name carrying the weight of a death sentence. “It’s Maxwell Romanov.” My heart didn't just skip; it stopped.

“Because I get to silently watch you do that adorable cranky thing you do with your nose when you try to concentrate but miserably fail, without looking creepy.” “That definitely sounds creepy.” “I know, but it’s the effect you have on me. You make me creepy.” I lift my book to hide my red cheeks. I fail. “Is that a compliment?” “It always is.” I try to focus on ‘Normal People’ but warm hands slide over mine and tug the book down. His blue eyes lock onto me like a sniper shot. “I was reading that.” I complain. “No. You use it to hide from me, baby.” Damned butterflies.

“Since you’re back, are you going to pick the next book?” I blinked. “Me?” “Of course,” she said, smiling. “You’ve been gone. You deserve the honor.” Everyone nodded expectantly. I looked down at the stack of books on the table, my fingers brushing across their covers. My hand paused on a novel about love, identity and societal expectations. This book will give them a glimpse of what I passed through during my absence. I smiled softly. “How about this one?” Brent groaned. “Oh no, not another depressing tragedy. Can’t we read something with a hopeful romance?”

He went on, "I'm Finn, by the way." I responded with a smile, "Rose. You can call me Ro." "Nice to meet you, Ro. So, what brings you to the bookstore today?" "Just getting a book for my mum. She's a big fan of Pride and Prejudice. How about you? Any particular book catching your eye?" Finn gestured towards the novel in my hands, "Actually, I was thinking of giving this one a shot. Classic literature has a certain charm, don't you think?"

I urged, pushing back whatever unsavory feelings might spring up and ignoring how my wolf was whining and begging me to not go down this road. My personal feelings hardly mattered. I was doing this for the greater good as it stood. Alpha Ian’s head needed to be straight when he came face to face with Ezekiel. I needed to do everything in my power to make sure this was the case. “Ian, tell me what happened,” I prompted. “I was reading Andre Aciman’s Call Me by Your Name,” Alpha Ian said. “Uh-huh. Then what happened?” “Well, I reached a certain section and…” he trailed off, eyes downcast, mouth set in a grim line.