Boulevard Libro นิยาย & เรื่องราว

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐀 LAYLA I sucked in a breath when we arrived at the large, black iron gates of the Bologna estate. Everything still looked exactly the same. Nothing had changed. The only difference was the last time I saw this place the gardens were painted with a rainbow of colors, spring in full bloom. Now the gardens were covered with all the shades of autumn, the men working in the gardens raking the dead leaves together.

he continued to plead. “We are professional hitmen, and we have never made a mistake with our target. You are Mr. Sam Arnault, a billionaire and heir of the famed chain art galleries in the country, Arnault and Kohn Art Galleries. You live in a gated community at 202 street, West avenue. You are rich enough to hire an army as your personal security detail, but you walk alone, preferring to be conspicuous and not draw attention to yourself. Should I continue?” the second man said.

The shapely defined features of her hair move forward to hide her face,the gesture was so little yet so sensual. He hesitated before reaching for her and caught a whiff of a fresh,floral scent that did strange things to his body. Her scent had tantalized his senses all day. His throat went dry as he reached for her again,his fingers travelled down her soft,exposed flesh,his breath shuddered out of his chest. He deepened his touch, pulling her closer,every instinct in him was screaming that this was a mistake. He had already star ted and there was no going back.

The inscription at the bottom, translated with painstaking effort, sent a jolt of recognition through Elara – "The Valley of Whispers." Convinced that this was the source of the disquiet, Elara presented her findings to the council. The fragmented map, coupled with the unsettling reports, finally broke through their skepticism. A decision was made – a small expedition would be dispatched to the Valley of Whispers, tasked with investigating the hidden library and its potential threat.

Delatorre's room since there are a lot of flower decors around, including the wall. But the whole room was still elegant even though it does have strong feminine touches all over the place. It just took me a couple of hours to tidy it up and I proceed to room number two. Books, books, and books were everywhere. That was the first sight that welcomed me in this room and I'm pretty sure who owned this one, that would be Duke since Miss Portia mentioned that he is the bookworm in the family. I just never expected that he is this kind of bookworm that his room looks like a library. It is not hard for me to clean his room since almost everything is in place. I'm already getting tired and hungry w

André might have not been able to get him but I definitely will. I took a deep breath to calm my nerves, before walking right into the building. As expected, it was a really quiet place, with only a few people around. I looked carefully at my surroundings, as I walked past an aisle of books on the shelves. Waving politely at the librarian, my mind briefly flashed to Ms. Geraldine for a moment. I grabbed a random novel from a section of the shelf, smiling down at the title, "Bride Of The Gun". I was soon walking towards a quiet corner, to enjoy my book. André really needs to stock his library with novels like this.

Xandar’s hand never left Lucianne’s waist as he led her out through the elevator doors, and as soon as they turned around the corner, Lucianne halted in her steps at the sight before her. “Woah.” She muttered as her black orbs sparkled at the sight of the large space filled with endless shelves of books. As she adjusted to her surroundings, she took small steps forward to look around. The carpeted floor absorbed any sounds of footsteps, making the place quiet enough to read. The lights lit up the place enough to give it a sophisticated look. The music playing subtly in the background puts one in a mood to relax and dive into whichever book held their interest. Lucianne’s eyes snapped back to

A Romantic Respite That evening, Sophia and Lucas decided to take a break from the chaos, retreating to their favorite spot in the city—a quiet Italian bistro tucked away from the usual corporate crowds. The warm glow of candlelight bathed their table as they shared a bottle of wine. “Remember the last time we came here?” Lucas asked, his smile teasing. Sophia laughed softly. “You mean when you ordered an entire bottle of Amarone because you thought I looked stressed?” “I wasn’t wrong,” Lucas said, raising his glass. “And it worked, didn’t it?” Sophia shook her head, smiling. “You’re impossible sometimes.” “But charming,” Lucas added, his voice low and warm.

left my lips and it left me utterly shocked. “Yes sir, she's already home.” My phone vibrated in my pocket, pulling it out and reading the text from Liam. “HE'S HERE” in block letters and I smiled, tucking my phone away, when it vibrated again, bringing it out to check what important news Liam had alongside that. It was Vladimir, he had sent the signed copy back to me, could this day get any better. Putting my phone back into my pocket, once again. I was delighted! It sure as hell feels nice.

She left them and walked straight towards their classroom. “Another boring day,” she whispered to herself as she sat. She put her bag and get the book which she covered with another design to hide the real title of the book. The book was called “My Journey Beyond My Imagination”. It was written by Lilia Desaix, it’s the reason why Clandes covered the book. Bulwarkians were not allowed to read or use any artworks of Desaix. Desaix was known as a criminal, they killed a lot of humans since they are vampires and witches. But, it cannot be denied that they are talented.