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“I’m looking for some books for my fiancée, but I’m not sure what she likes to read.” The sales assistant tilted her head thoughtfully. “Well, we have a wide variety. Perhaps I can suggest some classic novels? They’re always a safe choice.” Jack nodded, feeling a little more confident. “That sounds like a good idea. Can you show me some?” The sales assistant led Jack to a shelf filled with novels from different eras and styles. “Here are some classics,” she said, picking up a volume. “This is ‘Pride and Prejudice’ by Jane Austen. It’s a love story that many women adore.”

“Look, I don’t know what I’m supposed to learn in all of these readings.” “What do you mean?” Alvah stood still. She blatantly looked good with the sleek gown she’s wearing that day. Charlie could not even recall a single day she hasn’t worn anything extravagant. From the gowns to the robes, to the Victorian outfits every now and then, to the suits. She has always been wearing something interesting. And it’s one of the other things she loved about her, the fashion statement. It was as if the weather does not even matter, if she wants to wear a coat that day, even though the sun is scorching hot, she will.

"How unlucky - the same thing happened to my dress earlier! Fortunately, I have several spare dresses upstairs. Let me lend you one?" Before Charlotte could answer, Lucy jumped in. "Yes, that would be wonderful! Thank you." She hoped this might help them get closer to Zachary. Charlotte, unaware of Lucy's motives, had no choice - her stained dress was unwearable. She nodded politely. "Thank you, Miss Reynolds." Upstairs, Mia laid out several gowns on the bed. "Take your pick." Charlotte’s eyes flickered with envy. She recognized many of these gowns as exclusive haute couture pieces from brands that weren’t available to just anyone. Even having money wasn’t enough to buy these—the brands care

At least enough to get back to wearing it and talking about her favorite clothes without feeling like she was giving others reasons to humiliate her. The feeling of being able to enjoy what she loved again was often so comforting that she had even gone back to reading her novels: the same ones that Liam had made fun of several times when they were still dating. A mockery that came from the fact that they were short, light and always about unrealistic things like werewolves, magic and love at first sight. But that was what enchanted her. She had a fragile heart for tragedies and reading about them usually meant she had rivers of tears for days. Which certainly wasn't something Missy wanted at

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Also, despite my rich girl background, I'm a fan of romance novels! Recently, I've been reading a novel called 'Endless Poison Love' where the heroine is an assassin hired by the 2nd Prince, but the Crown Prince ends up falling in love with her even if she has committed plenty of crimes and faults towards him. But he didn't mind since he loves her. Haist, love truly conquers all! It was the best romance novel I have ever read, but exactly that was the start when everything went completely crazy and I don't even have the brain cells to explain why it happened. All I know is...

"Now try it on." "It's..." she wanted to say something but she stopped herself. "Sure." she said with a sheepish smile. Why do I suddenly have this feeling that I'm going to regret asking her to treat me like everyone else? Sam took the gown and went into the dressing room and having selected some other clothes, accesories and footwears, I sat on the waiting chair outside her. For the mean time, I got myself busy with my phone's 'GoodNovel' app. I'm usually not much of a devouted reader but considering the amazing works there, I'm more than happy to spend my money there reading the works of skilled authors. The more I read the amaxing works there, the more the app influences me to keep spend

Most of them were what I expected—books on strategy, history, a few on Italian mafia politics. And then, tucked on the bottom shelf, almost hidden— "You weren't kidding about these?" I pulled one out, raising an eyebrow. "Really?" "Put that back." "The Duke's Dangerous Desire," I read aloud, grinning. "A Rake's Redemption. The Highlander's Captive Bride—" "Jameson." Her voice was sharp, but I could hear the embarrassment underneath. "Put them back." "I'm not judging," I said, turning to face her. "I'm just surprised. You kill people for a living, but you read romance novels?"

I sat beside her, and she immediately stretched her legs back out, her feet landing in my lap. "What are you reading?" She held up the book without looking away from the page. "A mystery novel. A detective in Victorian London." I caught sight of the cover. A woman in a low-cut dress leaned against a man in a top hat, their faces inches apart in the fog. The Scarlet Letter Murders. I grabbed the book from her hands. "Hey!" She sat up, reaching for it. I flipped through a few pages. My eyes landed on a passage. His mouth found the hollow of her throat as his fingers worked the laces of her corset…

Four Days Later After my little sexcapade with both Alex and Lucus within the master playroom, I couldn’t seem to stop myself from wanting nor craving more. My body almost demanding it when it shouldn’t be. Currently sitting with Tony over in the library I find myself wearing nothing but a skimpy piece of lingerie yet again. The piece in the color baby pink. Grants current choice in clothing as I attempted to hide beneath a blanket at least. My eyes now glued to a novel that I had been recently reading. A book by Deborah Garland. Her Irish Mob Family drawing me into a world that was so similar to that of my own but completely different from what I knew.