Romans & histoires Christina Randall Book

CASSANDRA The pulsing between my thighs just won’t go away. It’s been there since my lesson yesterday with Rhett, along with a tingling sensation like I’ve been transformed into a bubbling can of lemon seltzer. I press my legs together as I lounge on the green velvet chaise in my room. I’m reading a book Clarisse brought me from the outside world. It’s a romance novel entitledBuilt from Stoneabout a girl who goes hiking and gets caught in a storm, only to be rescued by a rough mountain man who takes her home to his cabin where…thingshappen.

On the other side of the room, a bookshelf sat in the corner, displaying an assortment of well-arranged books and a few files. In general, the room felt cozy and peaceful. It was just... "Wow! " Christiana exclaimed in awe. She headed to the bookshelf. Her eyes scanned the books and finally landed on a novel. Christian's eyes lit in excitement and she took it. It was one of her favorite novels; VERITY BY COLLEN HOOVER.

The door to her apartment was open. ​But Julian and Leo weren't there. ​She looked across the hall. The door to Apartment 4B—the home of Christina Wilder—was wide open. A warm, golden light was spilling out. ​Nora crawled to the doorway and looked inside. ​The apartment wasn't a council flat, and it wasn't a manor. It was a Library. The walls were lined from floor to ceiling with 180 leather-bound volumes. ​In the center of the room, Christina Wilder was sitting in a wingback chair, reading a book titled 'Chapter 174.'

No one has found the bodies yet, though, so theres still a lingering hope out there that they're alive. I sigh as I crawl under the thick quilt, flicking on the lamo beside me as I pull out my latest find at Barnes and Nobels: The Winter Garden by the famous Kristin Hannah. This woman's books are truly amazing. Then, after an hour long reading session, I find my eyes beginning to shut against my will, so I set down the book on the bedside table and shut off the lamp. ~ The next morning...

8 NARRATOR'S POV "How in the world did we swap phones?" Lindy exclaims over the line sounding like it was the end of the world when she does not even have any single idea how many girls would want to be in her shoes right now. Firstly, Milo Beckett called her. Secondly, she is talking to Milo Beckett. Thirdly, she swapped phones with Milo Beckett. And most importantly, she is still going to be talking more often with Milo freaking Beckett.

That night, I knew her body was on the verge of giving in. But that was not how I wanted things to happen. Hell. I don’t even know what I want to happen between us anymore. Katriona was an unexpected twist in this game. I didn’t want to but I found myself suddenly cracking a smile when I read the title of the book she was reading. 101 Ways To Defeat The Northerners. I didn’t know I had such a book hanging inside my house. Had I known, I would have burnt it a long time ago.

“Meaning?” “My God-fearing assistant, Randall, has spent so much time here and lusted after you so impurely that his wife has filed for divorce. You led him astray.” Randall. The one who paid top dollar for the nastiest lap dances every Saturday night, then attended church every Sunday to repent for his sins? Leaning yet closer to her office, she gave a pouty shake of her head, a moue of disagreement. “God gave these men free choice.”

In that image, she saw a familiar figure of a man dressed in a light gray shirt sunbathing on the balcony with a thick book on his thigh. Even though Randall was a mob boss, he was also a cultural man. In fact, he looked like a perfect gentleman with his gold-rimmed glasses on. He had fallen in love with reading ever since he got snubbed by a female university student for being uncultured. He would read anything except for medical books. That was because not only did Rowena not allow him to touch her, but she would not let him touch anything in the medical field as well. "Randall!" At that moment, Lola, donned in an apron, came running and shoved some ratatouille into Randall's mouth for him

she said and both laughed. Jim left for the apartment while she asked Easton for a book to read so that she could pass her time in a boring hospital. She was reading her favorite book “Do with me what you will” when the door knocked. She looked up at Mr. and Mrs. Fanaggaen. Christina looked so worried; she had Easton’s expressions when he got tense. “Oh thank God honey you are fine” she said and hugged her. Lorenzo walked towards her and gave her some flowers.

A slim, fair man of medium height with gentle brown eyes. “It doesn’t matter to me... That sort of thing isn’t really important,” Randall had soothed when she sobbed out her shame and despair after that dreadful afternoon when she had almost ended up sharing Christophe’s bed. “Of course, I forgive you, my dear.” Randall and his family had moved next door when she was ten and he was fourteen. He had been the odd one out in his large, extrovert family. Quiet and unambitious, his greatest interest was… wildlife photography.