Novel & Cerita Female Celebrity Books

She didn't look up as the cliffs gave way to the open road. "What’s so gripping?" I asked. My voice sounded thin in the plush cabin. She didn't speak. She just flashed a wicked, crooked grin and tossed the heavy hardcover into my lap. I flipped it over. The Art of Seductive Persuasion, Vol. 5 by Luna Runa. I felt my nose twitch in a sneer. "You have a mate, Selene. This is overkill." She gave me a look so flat and judgmental I felt it in my marrow.

She shrugged I let out a low laugh "Yeah says the girl whose only sold like five percent the amount of books I have." She glared me down, her fists clenched in anger as she tried to think of a comeback. "Let's move on ladies," Hanna stated seeming completed, well, discombobulated "Blair this ones for you, what has it been like adjusting to being a celebrity ever since the big reveal?" Hanna asked looking over at me

I had seen the females having morning sickness, cramps, and swelling, and in my case, it was entirely opposite. I was feeling sexually active like I was ovulating, releasing the heat once or twice the day. Height of absurdity! This was so embarrassing that I couldn’t share it with Moira and sought books on this topic. And all praise to my luck, the first book in the pregnancy section was about the famous Kama Sutra. Not a simple one, but ‘365 positions for 365 days of the year!’ Really? What kind of fucking joke was that? It was like giving tons of drugs to an addict! And that fucking addict left all her work and sat down to read that masterpiece, enjoying this free education.

I kissed her temple and saw a smile on her lips as she went to go sit. After I finished cleaning her orgasm off of my counter I made myself a plate and sat beside her. "This is really good." She said with a mouth full of pancakes and bacon. "Your going to make me gain an extra twenty pounds." "And you'd still look beautiful." I kissed her temple as she smiled and drank some of her orange juice. "So... Colleen Hoover," I said after a moment of silence and us eating. "the author of It Ends With Us, Ugly Love, and some other books?" She nodded still eating. "Well, remember how you told me you could never get a signed book from her because you were always so busy?"

“Yeah. Congratulations to me. I officially went from that girl to the campus slut.” “Oh my god, don’t be dramatic!” she shot back. “You’re famous! You should soak this up.” “Famous for the wrong reasons,” I snapped, but she ignored me like she always did. “Stop being a killjoy. I’m coming over to help you pick something cute to wear. You need to look good now that you’re a hot topic!” Before I could argue, she hung up. I threw my phone on my bed and fell backward, staring at the ceiling. My heart pounded like it wanted to crawl out of my chest.

Audrey didn’t quite understand him, “what do you mean?” Nathan’s lips curved into a mocking smile as he sat up, “I was thinking there was a book for the likes of you but it seems you don’t have it” She heaved a sigh, he was Making mockery of her again. “I have Outlander by Diana Gabaldon, 1991. I also have Red, White & Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston, 2019,Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen, 1813. And Seven Days in June by Tia Williams which was written two years ago then I also have love hypothesis by Ali Hazelwood which was also written two years ago”

Lucia said as she walked into the study room, closing the door behind her. “Am fine,” I said with a hoarse voice. She grabbed my hands and placed them on her voluptuous chest. I trailed my hand around her breast and could feel her nipples harden as I caressed them. I turned her against the table as I pulled her nightwear, exposing her panties. “Ah!” she moaned in a low yet seductive voice. I kissed her passionately as she held onto my firm cock. “How do you want me to serve you tonight?” Lucia asked in a flirty tone as he pressed my dick.

Well, at least for the next six months but damn I could so get used to it with its stunning lake view. “You must know who I am.” She says like I have nothing better to do with my time than stalk famous people on I*******m and the such like. Okay, so I do my fair share of scrolling and stalking. I don’t, however do a lot of looking her page it’s mostly beauty shots in bikinis and a whole load of random selfies. Personally, I’d rather look at the bookish feeds since I’m a bit of a self-confessed book nerdy-geek person.

I took her seriousness as a sign to stay in my lane, keep things clean. Apparently, I was wrong. Or maybe I never really saw her. This woman in the photos? This confident, sensual goddess? That’s not someone who hides. That’s someone who’s finally decided to show the world who the hell she really is. And now that I’ve seen it… I don’t think I can ever unsee it. Fuck. I could already feel the images burning themselves into my brain. The smooth slope of her hip. The fullness of her breasts. The subtle smirk on her lips.

Those words wouldn’t leave me now. I sat at the desk and opened my tablet. The hidden folder on Shawn’s MacBook had given me a name to chase: Carlisle Gallagher. The woman saved under SEXY. The former corporate lawyer turned bestselling legal thriller author. Mother of twins living secretly in Zurich. I needed her truth. I started with her debut novel, Veiled Verdicts. The story followed a brilliant young attorney navigating power imbalances, hidden affairs, and the slow erosion of trust in a cutthroat firm. I read deep into the night, highlighting passages that felt painfully autobiographical — scenes of intense, possessive encounters followed by sudden emotional distance, the quiet shame o