Novel & Cerita Book Time Travel Romance

‘Are you familiar with the book, The Time Traveler’s Wife? ‘Did you just say, book?’ he said. ‘Isn’t it that a movie?’ ‘A movie?’ ‘Yeah,’ he said. ‘Eric Bana’s movie.’ ‘Oh,’ I said. ‘I didn’t know.’ I added. ‘So, what’s the movie about?’ ‘Love story,’ he said. ‘The girl from the movie, Rachel McAdams, is the time traveler’s wife.’ ‘Really?’ I said. ‘Time travel, huh?’ I was looking at the book the young lady was reading, when suddenly an image of a living room occured in my thoughts. Inside my head I imagine an image of a living room with a big old couch, and there is a bookshelf near a window.

“And you, my love, ignite a fire within me, a passion that transcends the boundaries of time and mortality. I am forever grateful for the love we share.” Jonathan’s hand found mine, his fingers intertwining with mine in a gentle caress. He leaned forward with a tender smile, his forehead gently pressing against mine. At that moment, our souls seemed to merge as if we were two halves of a whole, perfectly united in love and understanding. I closed my eyes, relishing the warmth of his touch, the electric current that flowed between us. Time seemed to stand still as our foreheads touched, a silent promise passing between us. It was a promise to love and protect, to cherish and nurture the flame

he ordered, as Eloise found her feet moving unwillingly, he walked into his room, slamming the door behind him, leaving Eloise outside, Eloise stood for a very long time, disappointed at how things had turned out between them, but she's not going to give up just yet, she'll keep apologizing till he forgives her. … Hello my lovely readers, hope you've been enjoying this book so far, feel free to drop your comments and thoughts about this book and don't forget to vote please. DO CHECK OR ADD OTHER BOOKS OF THE AUTHOR… *REVENGE ON THE MAFIA LORD *JUST ONE MONTH *THE FORBIDDEN ROMANCE YOU CAN ALSO CHECK MY I*******M PAGE, TO SEE THE APPEARANCE OF YOUR FAVORITE CHARACTERS,TO MAKE READING MORE FUN

“How long this time?” “Two days.” He set the book down. “How do you feel?” “Like I got shot twice,” I said, smiling faintly. “But better. Especially after what I just heard.” “You were listening?” “Hard not to when you’re reading dark romance in that voice.” “This voice?” “Yeah. The one that makes book boyfriends seem real.” A small smile tugged at his lips. “Should I be jealous of fictional men now?” “Maybe.” My gaze dropped to the book. “What is it?”

she cocked her brow, her tone matter of fact. “Obviously not, but there has to be a middle ground between bed rest and insanity.” “There isn’t. That’s why bed rest sucks.” She settled into the chair beside the bed. “Want me to read to you? I found this absolutely terrible supernatural romance where the werewolf heroine falls for a vampire—” “That sounds awful.” “It’s amazingly awful. That’s the point.” She opened the book, clearing her throat dramatically. “Chapter One: The night I met Aire was the night everything changed…”

Later That Night at Damien's Apartment Damien paced the room, his phone buzzing relentlessly with missed calls and unidentified numbers. Serena had gone silent for over a day. Then, a solitary message broke through: Meet me. Midnight. Brooklyn Bridge. Come alone. He stared at the message for a long moment, realizing she was in deeper than ever before, and finally, she was letting him step into her world. Midnight on the Brooklyn Bridge The city's lights shimmered in the distance as Serena stood at the bridge's center. She wrapped her coat tightly around her against the biting wind, her gaze unyielding.

“Why is it so dark? Please, turn on the lights, Anth.” I hesitated before pressing the soft buttons of the light switch and then the room brightened up. I heard her gasp first before my eyes took in the rose petals and unlit candles on the floor and on various pieces of furniture in the living room. My eyes scanned the room and spotted more rose petals, even the ones leading to the bedroom. The romantic setting of the place made my nervousness spike higher than before. “Did you do this?” I pushed every ounce of nervousness from my body and approached her then wrapped my arms around her shoulder. I placed my face against hers then kissed her cheek, feeling the softness of her skin and inhalin

“I need you to understand the depth of this whole thing. Anyway, you're an amazing person Beta Miles and happy birthday to her, or not.” “Before I leave, is there anything I can get you?” “Books. I would be so grateful,” I said. *** Beta Miles didn't disappoint me when I said books. In thirty minutes, he was back with books, five of them and a woman. “These are books. I know you'll hate me but I mixed them up with romance. You know, get to know a little love here.” “I could get us a ring, right now,” I said and smiled gratefully at him.

His smile was warm, but it only made the ache in my chest grow stronger. I smiled back, but deep down I was upset. I really wished he’d had just left. Anyways, I went ahead to sit beside Cole, who had already taken a spot beside him. The cushions were soft, almost too soft, and they seemed to swallow me whole as I sank into them. My eyes picked out the title of the book that he was reading. It was “Bound by Hatred.” This was one of my favorite dark romance novels I read as a teen. The sight of it brought back a flood of memories, bittersweet and poignant.

“A tale of forbidden love and ancient curses,'" Gianna read aloud from the dust jacket as she wrinkled her nose. And then she cleaned the book before wedging it between two equally dramatic-looking tomes on the mahogany shelf: Gianna shifted her weight on the rolling ladder. The next book in her stack had a more promising premise— something about time-traveling archaeologists. “Now this seems interesting,” she murmured, adding it to her mental might-actually-read list before finding it a home in the sci-fi section.