Book Take Me Home Novels & Stories

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CLAIM ME, I’M YOURS (Book 2 Coming Soon) Irya A job offer I can’t refuse and a man I can’t resist. There is something dark behind that perfect cold mask Salvatore Lombardi always wears. He is the shadow behind the golden son; always overlooked, always cast aside and stepped on. He asks me to turn his house into a home and all I want is for him to pin me in the sex room he wants me to build. I have his house for now but I want more. I want his ring, his body, and his children. And I won’t back down, especially not for my sister. I will take all the bullets and the blood bath the war brings for him.

That night, I knew her body was on the verge of giving in. But that was not how I wanted things to happen. Hell. I don’t even know what I want to happen between us anymore. Katriona was an unexpected twist in this game. I didn’t want to but I found myself suddenly cracking a smile when I read the title of the book she was reading. 101 Ways To Defeat The Northerners. I didn’t know I had such a book hanging inside my house. Had I known, I would have burnt it a long time ago.

Hurray! Book one has finally ended and I am so excited. However, I am sorry to break your heart about the suspense. I know I left you hanging, but you can still find out what happened in BOOK TWO titled HEART OF THE HEARTLESS. It will come soon, and I will announce the date soon. For now, I need to focus and write my final exams and I promise you it's going to get better in book two. However, I did not end BOOK ONE because of the exams or school. This is how I wanted to end it to make up for a better BOOK TWO.

I numbly picked up the slip of paper, selected and unlocked a bike via the Citi Bike App, and rode it to the address on the paper. The pawnshop was located in a very remote suburb. When the shop owner learned why I came, he immediately took out the bracelet without saying anything. It seemed that Michael had already told him. I felt nothing. All I wanted was to return the bracelet to Nicole as soon as possible so that we would be even. To my surprise, the shop owner suddenly lost hold of the bangle when I went to get it.

There were traces of Simon's life everywhere. The bathroom contained his-and-hers toothbrushes, towels, and slippers, and the closet contained suits and shirts in Simon's size. I was in such a large space, yet my belongings could be gathered into a single box. I had nothing valuable there. The only valuable thing I possessed was a medical scan that I carried with me and a set of baby clothes I bought. "Why is there a pregnancy scan here?" The man pinched his nose and said, "There is also a set of baby clothes here."

’ She flipped through the pages and thought it would be awesome if the information was in alphabetical order. The book was ancient, copied down for many generations, and there was no rhyme or reason to its order. It was as if the information was written at the time of discovery. ‘It’s a book, just find it.’ Bree scoffed, thinking he should be with her looking for the cure if he really wanted it that badly. The book glowed slightly as Bree felt warmth through her fingers. ‘No shit.’ ‘What? Did you find it?’ ‘No, not yet. The book just alphabetized itself.’ Bree looked at her fingers. ‘Wow, I have magic in me.’

Cold air slipped in for a second before he walked out, shutting it behind him with quiet precision. — Silence returned. But it wasn’t the same. Not anymore. I reached for my book again, staring at the page without reading it. A meeting. A room full of men who thought power sat in their hands. And him—thinking he’d set the rules before I even stepped inside. A mistake. A small one. But still— a mistake. I closed the book. Slowly. Because if this was a war— then tonight wouldn’t be about business. It would be about control.

Or a snare? For a second, I think of just getting rid of the message. But then I remember the nights I've spent alone in this dirty hotel room, and I realize I have nothing left. I don't have any family, any money, or anything else. All I have is my pride, and even that is starting to feel like a burden. I brush my fingers through my hair and take a deep breath as the phone vibrates again. Another email came from the same address. "The layout is easy. You can stay here if you give me your company. No strings attached. "Please respond if you're willing, and we'll talk about the details."

I tell her. “Thank you,” she says. “It makes it feel like home,” I say as I move to her table. “Maybe I should hire you to decorate mine too. Make it just like this.” “I'm sure you can get a professional to help you,” she says while trying to organize the books on her desk. But one book catches my interest. It has a picture hanging out partly from the side. So I pick it up. “I could but I only want your touch.” Once I open the book and see the picture, something in me changes.