Courting Book Novels & Stories

I raised my brows due to my confusion. Somebody was already sitting next to her and I was being shot at with her stares before. I didn't want to further go down in her ranking of dislikes. "It's fine, I don't want to intrude." I scoffed. Vivienne had already begun shaking her head sideways and denying my request. "I wasn't talking to the wind Courtney," she scanned Courtney with an intense glare that could skin anybody while alive. The poor girl began packing her stuff clearly affected by Vivienne's scorching look of disapproval. "See, she doesn't mind," her face turned in the blink of an eye to a sunny smile. Vivienne patted the table where Courtney once stationed her books.

Maybe he sees something in me that doesn’t really exist. I stop by one of the smaller windows, watching as guests begin to arrive in shining cars and sleek carriages. Men and women step out with practiced grace, laughter spilling over like champagne. I see Courtney among them, her golden hair catching the afternoon sun as she smiles brightly for the people around her. She looks perfect—like someone born to belong here. I turn away quickly.

Book 2: Chasing The Courtesan! Before reading!!! Please no hate on the character... Aurora is totally different from Cinderella. In my own observation as the writer. Cinderella is weak minded, she's soft and needs someone to come to her rescue bjt Aurora is totally different and quiet the opposite.. Infact she's my favorite character, she's strong, brave, brass, beautiful and nice too!! I promise you're going to love her and don't worry the story is still going to continue here!

My five-year marriage with Alexander was like a couture gown, ripped to shreds. "I want Victoria to show your collection for the New York Fashion Week spring preview." My husband Alexander's voice cut through the sketch I was working on. I stopped drawing. I must have heard him wrong. "What did you say?" "Victoria is new. She needs a platform. Your new spring collection is the perfect springboard for her." "You're a showstopper every year. What's the harm in giving her one shot?" he asked, his tone as casual as if he were discussing the weather.

he asked sternly. "I was just...reading," I stammered, trying to look innocent. Courtney appeared from the room, her gaze fixed on the book in my hands. "That book belongs to me," she snapped, snatching it from my grasp. I felt a pang of embarrassment, realizing that I had unwittingly picked up her book. "I'm sorry," I muttered, feeling flustered. I nodded, feeling awkward under their scrutiny. Noah sensed the tension and tried to ease it.

Emma's POV Court me? Was he serious right now? Was this some sort of publicity stunt? Kissing me was one thing but courting me was another. What would the rest of the employees think, that I'm a gold digger? Him courting me would make the headlines on the front page of Newyork Times for sure! Chuckling nervously I asked, "What do you mean by 'courting me?'" "Simply put" he moved from his desk taking two strides to where I was standing then coming up behind me in a freaky way he whispered in my ear, "I want you to be mine so that I won't have any god damn excuse for kissing the life out of you"

You don't have to read the first book to understand this novel, and I think it's better if you read this before that because HFF has spoilers. Warning: This book will contain the following •Sibling-rivalry •Cussing •Abortion •Sexual content •Triggering issues ~*~ Blurb The story about Kourtney Devaraux, the what-so-called Queen B who is misunderstood by a lot of people. She's overlooked as someone who will come for those who threaten her. But it's the other way around.

Her cousin’s laughter abruptly ceased, replaced by a silence that was heavy and disconcerting. Casey arched an eyebrow but did not look back. Her focus was caught by a peculiar title on the top shelf. Standing on her good foot, she stretched her arm out, grimacing slightly at the pull in her side. “What is this?” she murmured, pulling the book down. She studied the cover with a raised brow. ‘One Hundred and One Ways to Get Your Dream Man.’ What is this? She turned the book over, skipping through the pages to see the content inside. She was about to tease Zazu about it when she noticed her cousin sitting quietly, her gaze distant. Something was wrong.

The accessories shimmered subtly under the light. The stilettos hurt, but I ignored it. For once, I didn’t feel invisible. The door opened. Courtney stepped inside, dressed in black as always. He stopped mid-step when he saw me. Adjusted his cuffs. Looked away. Cleared his throat. Silence stretched between us. Then his eyes returned to mine. “You look… dangerous.” Heat crept up my neck. “You clean up too well.” A low smile tugged at his lips. “Ready?”

But she… didn’t flinch. Lena walked over to a little table display and picked up a thin, cloth-bound book. She walked over to him, holding it out like an offering. *The Quiet Between Lightning Strikes.* A poetry book. The cover was old and nubbly, the title scribbled in fine silver ink. Julian stared at it like it was an alien thing. "What's this?" "A book," she said, smiling. "I told you. I don't—"