Divine Comedy Barnes And Noble Novels & Stories

full of dominance and full of revenge. AUTHOR NOTE Finally, I am done with one more chapter... I hope you like it... kindly comment to let me know how you like my efforts and the story... Love you all Your Author

My eyes began getting heavy as I sat in the chair, so I decided to look at the titles in the bookshelf. They all looked like history books, until I came across a title I knew very well, “The Divine Comedy,” I spoke aloud, trailing my finger down it’s spine. After taking the book from the shelf and sitting back in the chair my eyes drifted down to the set of characters in front of me. The pieces all looked like intricately carved, as my eyes roamed each piece.

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.

He completely exploded with rage once we got off the plane and arrived at the hotel. "Are you telling me that this is the hotel you had booked? What kind of a lousy hotel is this? There isn't even a valet attendant in sight!" "The hotel does have several valet attendants. They're just parking other guests' cars right now." "Damn! This crappy room doesn't even pass off as a sea-view room! Let's check out and book another hotel!" "It's the peak tourist season now, so we're considered lucky to be able to book this hotel."

‘Nandito nanaman ako, anong oras nanaman kaya ako makakaalis dito’ I thought to myself while gripping the bag and strolling silently at the aisles of books, trying to find a book that might pique my interest. My eyes brows hunches up at the sight of a book that I have been looking for. I stopped in my tracks before my fast hand takes it. I let out an audible gasp, catching the attention of the person beside me. Quickly, I closed my mouth and took a glance at the person beside me before biting my bottom lip and concealing my smile at the embarrassment. A smile was etched on my face while placing the bag down between my legs and flipping the book open. ‘Shit, finally, sabi ko na talaga, at lea

"Yes. I want it." He swallows down his throat, taking a deep breath without breaking my stare. "Here." His voice is gruff and he presses the book against my lower back which propels our bodies further against each other. "Anything else you want?" He utters his words slowly, each phrase rolling off his tongue—what's that word... Divine. Absolutely divine. ******

The concoction seemed to have made me more sensitive as well. My vision turned blurry as my body heated up once more. A deep flush spread across my skin. I clung to the vine that was wrapped across my chest, staring at it with hazy eyes before asking, "Do you like me, divine god of the tree?" The divine tree rustled its branches as if in approval of my question. I threw myself into it. I thought about all the ways the men had described that made the process more pleasurable as I clung to the vines desperately.