Novel & Cerita Good Romance Mystery Books

" He leaned as he crashed his lips with her's whiwl Sara wanito say but Leo did not let her to speak. He ravished her like hungry lion making Sara smile as her lips were chewed on. Leo might be a little different from her but they fit perfectly with each other. They completed each other and fill the gap in their hearts. *l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l* The end. Excited for the next story. It will be a school Romance but different.

he said. "Thank you," I said wondering why he was being so nice to her. He's nice to other workers too but he's nicer to her. I searched the collection of books for the one I'll read. Just so sad Damian adores mystery novels. I don't enjoy them. "Here, I bought you some romantic novels," he said behind me. "Huh?" I said turning in the process. My hands flew to my mouth when I saw the novels on the table. Not one, not two, nor three but more than dozens which I couldn't even count by just standing here, and it looks like they were all written by my favorite author.

70 VIKTOR Her breath was ragged against my chest, her hands pressed into me with an urgency that mirrored my own. It was as if the air between us had thickened, making it harder to breathe, harder to think. Her body trembled beneath my touch, but there was something else, something darker lurking in her eyes that made my pulse quicken. She had never been more beautiful, more mine, than she was in this moment. I tilted her chin up, my fingers brushing against her delicate skin, and I could feel the tremors in her. She wasn’t just scared; she was on the edge, just like me, walking the fine line between love and madness.

It was just the shadow of an animal or something. Walking to the cherry bookcases, she allowed her fingers to trace over all the beautiful book covers, surprised at the wide range of genres on display--mysteries, classics, even a romance or two. Her lips quirked up at that. She did not see Nicolai as a romance reader. Plucking one of these romances off the shelf, she retired to the incredibly comfy looking double armchair in front of the fire, intending to read for a few minutes before Nickolai got there and they could explore the promised bath together.

Dear Readers, Since English is not my first language, there will be tons of grammatical mistakes. Please continue reading this book only if you don't have any issues with that. Rest I can guarantee you that you won't get bored with the storyline. The following are my books; if interested, do give a look over them: Can't help falling in love (Book 1)-Completed Purchased by the Mafia (Book 2)-Completed Her Mysterious Lover (Book 3)-Completed

I watch intently with my brows raised as he removes a sizable oil painting from its place on the wall, unveiling a hidden safe that had been seamlessly integrated into the structure. I pivot on my heel and survey the colossal collection of books that had escaped my memory until now. The tips of my fingers delicately graze the uppermost edges of the book spines as my eyes glide over the titles. My fingers hover over one book in particular. It's a book that is very improper in Alessandros’ collection. This book is a historical romance novel written by Sylvia Day. One of Roses’ all-time favourite authors. Curiosity gets the better of me and I start to slide the book out, “come here, tesoro.” I

“I’ll find a hot guy, make out with him and have sex with him” “Then they’ll know”. She closed her books, kept them on the desk beside her bed and went to sleep.

He’d chosen every lamp, the perfect cushion, every soft blanket folded at the corner of the reading chaise. My throat tightened. I didn’t cry, but the tears felt dangerously close. I walked deeper, and the rug under my feet was thick and soft. Everything in here was gentle, thoughtful, and safe. “I can’t believe he did this.” I whispered, barely breathing as I sunk into the chair and felt it comfortably welcome me. I stood back up to pick up a book in the dark romance genre. I felt loved even more and seen. Completely. “What are you going to do now?” Brittney asked, and I smiled at her as she grabbed one of the psychological thrillers.

I needed to cut her off. "Look, they're doing the walking around the fire thing." She said. I hummed non committal. "I read about it in this book by Drethi Anis. Five thousand nights of obsession. The book was so good." "You read?" I asked. I had never seen any book in her apartment or caught her with a book. "Yes." She blushed, then quietly. "Romance books." "You don't strike me as the romance type." I looked at her intently. "Is it one of those raunchy books with shirtless men carrying scabbards on the cover."

"You've to be careful, my lady. Please always remember your position. You're the Luna of the pack and Damien is your man," I felt torn and heartbroken. I nodded my head knowing she was right. *** I yawned softly after completing two novels, a werewolf, and an urban story. The Rise Of The Secret Trillionaire Heir by rare gem writes and The Alpha's Revenge by Mystic writes. They are available in Goodnovel and Meganovel. I can't have enough of them. I stood up from the chair, stretched my arms widely, and returned the books to the shelf. "Look who we have here," I looked up as I heard his cold and familiar voice.