Christopher Robinson Book Novels & Stories

Robin exhaled sharp, gripped my shoulders. "Christopher," he said, voice rough, low. "Tell me what you want," I said against his skin. "I want you to stop teasing me," he said. "Not yet," I said. He cursed under his breath. I took my time against that wall, found every spot that made him lose it, Robin wasn't quiet and I didn't want him to be, every sound pulled me further from control. When his hands opened my shirt, pushed it off, palms flat on my bare chest, I felt desperate for the first time in years.

"We will find it. And then, we will finish this. No more secrets. No more running." "Why did you save me?" I asked. "You could have just let them kill me and then looked for the book yourself." Christopher looked at me. He reached out and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. "Because the book can't smile," he said softly. "The book doesn't make me feel like a man instead of a monster. I don't need the money, Rosalina. I realized today... I just need you." To be continued...

I left Aaron for the meantime on the part where the fountain pens are to go to the novel section. Since I saw Sophie Lark's Brutal Prince on TikTok's recommendation, people who have read this say that it has a strong female lead. I enjoy books of that genre, therefore I may be interested in reading it. I looked at the shelves. I also picked up a book and read the synopsis on the back when Aaron came to me here. "You like reading books?" he asked. I turned my eyes on him, "Uh, sometimes. If I'm interested in the plot," I answered.

He stared at them from top to toe. Then picked out a blue book from the inside, and started reading it. When he was done, he searched for another book. But he wasn’t able to find it out. He looked under the cupboard and then under the drawer of the table. Chris noticed that he was feeling much worked up so he asked, “Are you searching for something?”. “Uh, yes.” “What?”. “That red book with tales of mighty Robinhood on the front page.” “Oh, the one you liked the most.”

"Oh my gosh, sweetie! When did you save Mr. Robinson? How could you not tell me about something so big? The Robinson family just came by and said they want to meet you in a week." AUTHOR’S NOTE: My Lovies, Welcome to my little world filled with love, rejection, regret, and revenge. But above all, LOVE conquers. Thank you for starting this book, please don't forget to support, subscribe, and leave your thoughts on this book, as it gives us more joy to keep satisfying you. Love y’all.

Before disregarding any notion of embarrassment, I pushed the door open. Giovanni was laid on the bed, one arm folded behind his head while the other clutched a book. His long muscular legs were crossed at the ankles and I gulped audibly at how irresistible he looked. “Are you seriously giving me the silent treatment again?” I asked as irritation itched at my throat. Giovanni remained stoic, his eyes still trained on the novel in his hand. I sat on the end of the bed, staring at his nonchalant form. The title in his hand caught my eye, ‘La Divina Commedia’. (The Divine Comedy) I smiled at the book in his hand.

Her cathedral. She slouched into her best corner chair—stuffed, tufted velvet in tired blue—pullding out a book from her tote. A quiet night's reading before bed was now her ritual, and for tonight, she opened what was familiar and comforting: *The Light Between Oceans*. The book always bore its imprint on her. Loss. Forgiveness. Breaking and binding decisions. She opened to the top of it, and the world disintegrated. Somewhere in the city—several stories above, in a steel and glass building—Julian Blackwood lay in his dark, sleek bedroom, staring at the book she had given him.