Egyptian Romance Novels Novels & Stories

There were so many, and to my surprise, many were romance novels. “So, you’re a romantic, aren’t you? I suspected as much,” I said, pulling out a collection of Greek myths. I noticed it was bookmarked at the story of Hades and Persephone. When I flipped to the first page, I saw the name Dalila written there. My mouth fell open in shock. I turned back to the first page and found a message written in elegant handwriting: To my Dalila, From your Kilian. Nausea rose inside me as I read it.

“One thing, to write a romance novel.” “Me too. Never liked those types of novels.” “There is one more type that I don't like.” “What type is that?” “Where the husband cheats his wife, and she faithfully prays that he will return to her and that they will live happily ever after.” “Just, look at our Lady Vertina.” “What's with her?” “The last time, I heard about her, she had three lovers and two husbands.” “Three lovers and two husbands? ” “Yes. Do you know, what's the best part?”

She felt like jumping back in time and grabbing and shaking this author, this person who would tease her in this way and then not expound on it. As she turned the next page, though, she came upon an elaborate color illustration of the Sphinx of Egypt, the sun shining behind it, its rays filling the page, so bright it looked as if it might jump out at her, and as she read the inscription, in tiny letters, she was immensely relieved to discover that the author did, indeed, revisit the topic: