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Other than my bestie, April of course. I can see the woodland straight in front of me and a lake, it’s serene and tranquil. Perfect for sitting on the deck and reading a book. I’m a huge book nerd and at the moment I’m in my classical era and currently reading Anna Karenina. One of my all-time favorites but it is an epic.

he asked, taking another sip of his coffee. "A book," was her dry reply, without even looking up. Nic gritted his teeth. "I'm aware of that. What's the title?" he asked, with less patience than before. "How to kill someone you don't like in two days." Nic had to laugh on the inside. She really was a funny piece of work. She still had yet to learn her manners, but she would. He would be damn sure of that. He walked over to her and snatched the book from her hands. Before she could protest, he read the title to himself. '100 Greatest Love Poems of All Time'. He handed the book back to her and walked to the bar area and sipped some more of his coffee.

I told mumbled to myself. Opening the lid their were couple of journals not just one and each book had its own name, the first book I held was named ' new me ' I couldn't help but chuckle at the things my twelve year old self has written inside and the weird designs made it look contrasting. ' My love life ' was written in an Italian font with heart stickers and love quotes in either sides, I didn't realised I stopped breathing exhaling all the air I've had it in me I opened it. Tears gathered in my eyes but I didn't bother wiping them away. The seventeen year old me was madly in love.

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Something she’d long since come to terms with. The only silver lining in her otherwise mundane life was her books. Specifically, dark romance books. It all started with her accidentally coming across one on a popular book site. The book had garnered over one million readers and she decided to give it a try. Since then, she’d been thrust into the world of morally grey characters with looks that could kill and a thing for cuffing you before giving you the best sex of your life. Did anybody know of this hobby of hers? No. She’d been sure to keep her dark romance collection away from her parents. Of course, her mother had come across it one time but she’d quickly made up and explanation and prie

They had raised Uzair as their own, loving him with the same fullness any parents would give their child. “Maa?” Uzair called. “They’re fine,” she said softly, drawn out of her reverie, a faint smile resting on her lips, replying to his earlier question. “Though the child would be loved a little less—because you will forever be my first child, and my favourite,” Neelam said with a frown, gently rubbing her thumb over his cheek. “I know. I know, I will always be your favorite,” he teased. There was humor in his voice, but something softer hid beneath it.

By the time we get back to my place, I’m so horny I nearly rip my dress off. The next day, he takes me to an old bookstore that has been run by the same owner for over sixty years. She refuses to alphabetize anything, but when Damien asks her for a specific book, she knows exactly where it is. It’s cramped and crowded, full of volumes of rare old books and gorgeous hardback covers. Damien buys sme a copy of Pride and Prejudice in French.

A whole mystery; that even though I wanted to explore and unravel, I knew I couldn’t. “I’m not very much aware of my mistakes here, but I’d very much love to be enlightened.” I shrugged. “Perhaps over a drink?” “Ah, yes.” She handed me a long gift bag, that revealed a wine bottle. “This does need to breathe, after all.” “What is this?” I frowned at her. “A bottle of wine,” she shrugged. And looked at me with total confusion, as if wondering why I was even asking when I could see as clearly as she could.