Christian Booktok Mga Nobela at Kwento

The End Insta: @demiah13 ( I post snippets of my upcoming works there) Spinoff to this book is now available: His Blonde Temptress (Luke and Rose's book) Other books: Loving The Enemy (Ace and Ryn's story) Bestfriends Shouldn't Know How You Taste (Blake and Ashley's story)

Malachi nodded with the stoic expression on his face and Adara looked quizzically at both of us. “Ready for what?” I could hear the curiosity in her voice and I just smiled. “I’ll tell you later,” Adara narrowed her eyes at me as we walked into Christian’s room and found him jumping on his bed. “I want this book tonight,” Christian said as he kept hopping. “Are you allowed to jump on your bed?” Christian nodded yes and I grabbed and tickled him until he couldn’t laugh anymore.

The older lady patted her shoulder lightly while returning the smile then headed back to her business leaving Amy behind. "Where do I start from?" Confused Amelia whispered. "What kind of Christian books would be less boring?" She exhaled deeply while her fingers traced through the books on the shelf. “‘Ahaha!” exclaimed confused Amy as she picked out a book from the shelf. “What could this be about?” wondered Amy while she read the synopsis of the book in her hand. She read out in an undertone, “Filled with faith and inspiration, Break Out will challenge you to build a new prespective, let nothing hold you back…” Nodding her head in concurrence to the words she read, “ hmmmmm…. I certainly

CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN: "Guilty secret. " //Chandra Margaret// Talking to Christian isn't that bad. Knowing that we actually kinda have the same interest with books. "What did you do at the back?" Seah curiously ask. I shake my head. "Nothing. I found the book that I wanted to re-read."

“I love you too, Bobbie, call me if you need someone to talk to, okay? Don’t be a stranger.” ~~ AN Hi love, thank you for checking out my book. Don’t forget to follow me on i*******m Castiel_lj. xx

But sometimes texts from Christian can be much better than job offers. When I open the chat box, I see he's sent me two images, and one voice recording. The grocery store wifi tries to be slow but the images finish loading, and the sight of a shirtless Christian Storm immediately makes me feel like my mouth is drooling. From the picture, Christian has just woken up. His hair is still tousled. His eyes, though cool and sharp, have that sleepy bleariness to them. The lines of his broad shoulders draw my eyes and I feel bad for only wanting to stare at them. Shirtless Christian Storm is always a treat.

A billboard above flashed an ad for some over-the-top superhero film, the kind with too many explosions and not enough plot. Christian reached over and opened my door without a word, his brows raised slightly like he was daring me to delay. I rolled my eyes, slid the book off my lap, and stepped out, the air brushing cool against my face. I turned to Christian. “This place looks perfect.” He tapped the dashboard with a grin. “I knew you’d like it. Free Wi-Fi, decent espresso, and,most importantly, no moon influenced werewolves chasing us down the block.” "You really gonna bring that inside?" Christian asked, pointing at the book I refused to leave behind. His tone was light, teasing. "You're