Denise Mina Books Novels & Stories

But sitting here, with his scent invading my senses, his warmth seeping into my skin, and his dark, unreadable eyes burning into me, I realized the terrifying truth. Leonardo wasn’t the only one falling. I was, too. And if I wasn’t careful… I wouldn’t be able to stop. ****** The moment I finished reading, I carefully closed the book and handed it back to Denise. She yawned, stretching her tiny arms before curling back against Leonardo. “I think it’s time for you to sleep,” I murmured, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Denise mumbled something incoherent, already half-asleep in Leonardo’s lap. I risked a glance at him, and for once, his gaze wasn’t on me—it was on Denise.

💕 Other works: • The Pleasure Directive • Encore with the Devil • Bloodscript: Survival Game of the Reborn • Rejected Omega Princess: Meet My Overprotective Brothers • Killed and Reborn: My Alpha’s Obsession • His Luna Returns, So I Left with His Baby > Please add this book to your library and leave a review if you’re enjoying it 💖

He was doing everything he could for our future, and I was still keeping so much hidden from him. My mood wasn't down for long, though. After breakfast, I sat in the library with a plate of snacks on the table beside me, skipping through the old leather-bound books looking for anything about witches. I heard the door open and sighed as Denis's head poked in. “My consort,” he greeted, walking toward me. A heavy thud echoed next to my plate. I blinked, looking up to see Denis standing over me. He had just dropped a thick journal right in front of my food.

Then another. By the time I finished the first glass, the tightness in my chest had loosened. By the second, I was laughing again. "That’s the Mira I know," Denise said, nudging me. "The one who used to sneak into the music room and play piano at midnight. Not the miserable heiress they’re trying to turn into a trophy wife." I smiled weakly. "She’s still somewhere in here. Just a little lost." Denise raised her glass. "Then tonight, let’s find her."

Morgan just looked at her with empathy. ****** Denise, alone in her room, struggled to fall asleep. Morgan's revelation repeatedly resurfaced in her mind, igniting a tempest of long-suppressed pain and heartache. All she felt was a deep, burning hatred for him. She couldn't forgive him for what he'd done. Lost in her thoughts, Denise's phone rang. It was her private investigator. She answered quickly, eager to hear any news.

Not long ago, on the street near the school. Because of the workday, where there weren't many people on the street, Lisa managed to get from Benedict out of school to in front of Benedict putting on makeup, pulling Mina into the bookstore for the first time. "Lisa what are these things." Mina looked at the pile of books in her hand like "Appraisal of scum", "How to distinguish bad men" and "Women should know how to distinguish scum", with a confused look at Lisa who was still flipping the bookshelf. .

He asks with something in his voice I can't quite identify. "You don't know." I say with a slight chuckle in my voice. "Just pick one." I watch idle as he sifts through all the books until he picks one. House of Earth and Blood by Sarah J Maas. "That is one of my favourite books. Although I might just be biased because I love her writing." I lean back in the chair with a satisfied look on my face. "What makes you love someone's writing?" He sits back in his chair and looks at me curiously.

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ Author's note : - Please do check out my other books ♡ ) Im - perfect ♡) your faithful poisonous consort ♡) The substitute Villainess ♡ ) Superstar chef mommy of villain and villainess ♡ ) Tumbling emotions Thank you ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

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...