Novel & Cerita Books Similar To Stephanie Plum

"I enjoy a good fantasy novel, but I also like historical fiction, memoirs, and even non-fiction. As long as it's well-written and engaging, I'll give it a try. Anything written by Williams Shakespeare is irresistible to me." "That's a great attitude to have," Stephen said. "Have you read anything particularly good lately?" I thought for a moment. "I was on the verge of completing 'The Night Circus' by Erin Morgenstern, before…" the longing for home shut me up for a moment. "It was a magical, immersive story that really transported me to a different world. I highly recommend it if you haven't read it." I said, bracing myself. “I’m sure you’ll find it in the library. There are lots of books t

And I only have one attempt left until the alarm attached to it goes off…. Ughhhh, why does it have to be so complicated. What's in there anyway? That requires a passcode. I think deeply before I input the date they got married and bingo…. It unlocked. Mennnnnmn, this man's so in love. I opened the door to see different dark romance books. Damn! Who could have thought that my stepdad is into these things. Hmmm, if I read here I will get caught and it won't be a funny experience. So I took three: The ritual, hunting adeline, and captive in the dark. I glanced through it, saw the disclaimer and I just feel like I would love it. I raised my bodycon and placed them in my panty line, closed the s

I plaster a cheeky smirk on my face and walk into the office. “Long time no see, Adam Phlem. I have a proposal that would benefit both of us,” came rushing out of my mouth. I fixed my gaze on him and I’ll admit, he wasn’t bad looking. Okay he is smoking Hot. His ocean-Blue eyes stared at me with so much intensity, I was sure I would combust on the spot. “Stephanie, are you supposed to be dead?” He asked in a cold voice, laced with the tiniest bit of curiosity. Ahah!

Esthers POV; I am busy making a diary entry when I hear a knock on my rooms door. "Yes? "I call. "May I come in?" My brothers voice replies and I look down at the book before me. I'm toast if he should read even a single page of this book. "Hold on a minute. "I call before stuffing the sparkling, hard cover, pink book in the secret compartment of my drawer I made for it. "Come in. "I call once I'm done and Derrick pops his head in.

_Amelie’s POV_ My heart raced as I took in the people all around me. They ranged from people who used to work with my father to people I had no idea what their identity was. But one thing was certain, Luca had planned this to the very end because they were all influential people in the mafia world. And showing up like this means the word was going to spread. Amelia DaVinci was a pet to her step brothers. Kidnapped and forced to be a pet, just exactly the kind of life I wanted.

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As I perused the books, I could feel Aidan’s gaze on me. The shop, much like the one downstairs, boasted an impressive selection. These were books to be enjoyed in the coffee lounge, not purchased or taken home. A smile tugged at my lips as I reached the romance novel section. So, Well Thumbed had these too. I wondered if they had hidden gems, perhaps something I hadn’t read or that Uncle Alex’s book club, Bound To Please, hadn’t discovered yet.

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Done that… So why the fuckin’ pull that stole all the air from out of my lungs? Why did it suddenly feel like I was running a mile per second, yet on the wrong path? ~~~ The flames in the fire danced, a glum reminder of all the wrong things in this world coated in orange and bluish licks. The harsh whirr of winter breeze roared from the outside, the sound of its claps against the glass windows mesmerizing. The narrator rolled with 'Yes Sir; Forbidden love of mine' on my e-reader, a fantasy of love and erotism that gladly welcomed me in its abode and kept me from the rampage of unbidden clatter that resided in my mind.

The thing that's left is the hairpin I randomly found on the bathroom sink from the plane that I kept at the hem of my shirt. I looked around the room for anything that would help cut the rope that's now gashing her skin. But the room offered nothing. Except for the lamp that's been angling on the steel bed. I limp towards it, looking for the off switch. Not finding anything to turn it off without electrocuting myself to death, I brought my leg up with the energy that's left and kicked down the lamp. It shattered on the floor and the glow disappeared, dulling the room a little. I picked up the fragment that was big and thick enough to cut, and went back to Harriet. Her filthy jeans were tatt