Books For Her Novels & Stories

She made me feel safe and welcomed, something I was gradually losing. I watched as she flipped through the pages of a book, her eyes scanning the pages like she was feasting on them. “Do you really have to finish reading that today?” I asked, crossing my arms as I stared at her. Apart from the fact that she loves cooking, she's obsessed with reading novels as well. Kiera is a book lover, someone that could finish a whole book in a single day. She raised her head slowly, meeting my gaze with a graceful smile, “Yes, I am.” she replied curtly, returning back to the book.

Luciana. She was curled up awkwardly against the armrest, a blanket half-draped across her, her hair messy and her breathing soft. In front of her on the coffee table were scattered books, the kind I hadn't expected to ever see in my home: How to Care for Your Baby in the Womb, First-Time Mothers: A Guide, Pregnancy Nutrition and Safety. A small pile, all bent open in the middle as though she'd been trying to absorb them all at once. Beside the books, an empty plate—cookie crumbs the only evidence of what had kept her company while she read.

she says, excited. “What do you have me reading,” I say, stunned. I mean after the times I’ve had with both Parker and Rafe nothing should shock me. But she’s 14! They actually put this stuff in books?? At 14 I was nowhere close to having extremely intimate thoughts about males! “I told you! It's called, “Love Under The Moon.” I’ve read it like four times, soo soo good,” she swoons. I gape at her, not sure what to think.

Even the sofa had her smell. I went into her closet, the one I built for her and hung around for a while. I looked around the clothe filled space until my eyes caught sight of a small leather bound book in the make up table. I walked to the make up table and picked up the book. It was beauty and the beast. I remembered her saying that it was one of her favorite stories. I was not much for fairy tales because nothing about my life was fantastic. All I knew growing up was out to kill a man and how to wield a knife and also how to shoot a gun.

Harry asks, grumpy. “I want her to have them.” I recall how she went on and on about starting her own book collection. She was incredibly drunk, so I doubt she remembers it. But I do. I managed to get the names of some of the authors she likes, and the rest of the information I found in her apartment, on the small book shelves. Women usually like diamonds and jewelry, but I think Charlotte has a preference for simpler things and hobbies.

she retorted me prompting to look at her while keeping my gaze on the document laid out before me In the organization, I always avoided interacting with her since it was unnecessary most of the time. “I have something for you also,” she further said pulling a Gift box wrapped with paper. There was a huge, pink ribbon that surrounded the whole packaging and enraged me due to its tackiness. I thought for a while then I took the box from her hands. “You’re welcome,” She replied, I took it with a bit of suspicion and opened it with much anticipation for the worst. Turning it around I saw a pile of books. The titles made my stomach churn: “How can a woman become a better wife?”, “cooking tips for

She looked like a fairy in her world, doing what makes her happy, not minding the chaos going on in her life, probably just waiting for her Prince Charming to come pick her up; and here I am, I guess. She looked up as I entered. “You’re late.” She said, dropping her book on the couch. “I know,” I said as I walked in. She closed the book, placing a bookmark between the pages. “Busy day?” She asked. “Long meetings.” I yawned. “I figured.” She nodded. I walked toward the bookshelf. “What are you reading?” She held up the cover. “A collection of historical biographies.” I raised an eyebrow. “For fun?”

It was Alice. She looked as thin as Mark, like a strong wind could knock her over. Her hair was a greasy mess, and her face was all bruised up, like she had been in a fight. She yelled with a face full of bitterness, "Helen, you're not prettier, smarter, or more hardworking than I am. You just got lucky by being born into a better family. Why does everyone love you and want to help you? "Why? Why couldn't I have been born into the Clark family? Why is life so unfair to me?"

“I'm sorry.” “No, you're not,” she said, her stare was already pressing down on me. Because annoyingly, she was somehow right. “She actually spent almost half of her day here,” the woman added. “Doing what exactly?” She stared at me again, as if thinking whether to keep this conversation going or not. “Reading of course, what else?” “What was she basically reading about?” “Almost everything,” she gestured towards the space in the bookstore. That was when my eyes drifted towards them. Almost all the book covers were about wolves and leaders. But there wasn't any picture on them, just words.

She said tucking her hair behind her ears and taking a few sips of her wine. "Ahh" I nod, hoping to release the tension in the air. "I have some dark books at my house that you might enjoy reading." I spoke out, watching her lips press against the pristine glass. Her eyes lit up. I heard from Kris she loves spell books. I lazily sat back in my chair, with one hand tossed over the back and sipping on my dark cognac. "Did you like the food Your Highness?" "Yeah it was all fantastic! Can I take the rest home?" She blushes.