Her Movie Book Novels & Stories

|Athena's POV| Life has always treated me like a fucking rag doll, throwing me here and there. However, my whole fucked up life changed when Alessio Romano came knocking at my door on a Thursday night. He was so blunt with the news he had to give me and I kind of appreciated him for it. Anyway, that's a story for another day. For now, let me focus on my target who was about to enter a club named 'The Howl of the girl' which was a funny and a stupid name at the same time.

She’s beautiful, innocent, but she looked vulnerable in her creamy bodycon dress. Unlike El Sandra, as soon as you look at her, you know how confident she is in herself. Actually, I saw the old Akemi in Engineer Arcanghel. But I didn’t like how she was looking at Ryu in a way that's sticky sweet. I’ve always been aware of the women who secretly and vulgarly admired that man. And I don’t want to witness it here in my company..

“And I wish you find your peace, as I will try to find mine.” Max placed his flowers beside her name that states: St. Valen’s Heroine, IRIS DANE ANDERSON

That's what is making all this weird. ....................................................................................... Here's the chapter I promised, please enjoy. And keep supporting "Her Man."

, she screamed back at me. She was not buying my excuse. This was what I meant when I said she was not easily fooled. She was not scared of me, she was not easily seduced by me, and did not believe a lot of things that I said. She was definitely going to hate me when she fully realized what my plan was. But I was pretty sure that it would not last forever. I could feel there was a part of her that longed to understand our unsolved chemistry just like I did.

I grab the book off the shelf and drop to the floor, right there in the aisle. My fingers tremble as I flip to the end. I already know what happens, but I can’t stop myself. Luke Thorne, the immortal hockey star. The one man who ever loved like he meant it. And the heroine fails him. I stare at the final panel, my tears dripping onto the page. “She let him die,” I whisper. My throat closes. “She let him die alone.” I press the book to my chest and sob, rocking back and forth like a child.

Essentially, if it had been in book form before becoming a movie or tv series, she was all over it like notches on a manwhore's bed post. "What's this one about?" I asked as I cut my chicken breast. Scented steam rose from the meat. "Oh you know. Tale as old as time. Girl runs away. Meets super-hot and secretly dominant bar owner. Throws herself at him until he can't help but respond. Sexy times ensue. Major issue that provides the crux of the plot device. Happy ending." I laughed as I was trying to blow on the bite of chicken stuck to the end of my fork. "So we're watching the movie why?"

– he says, watching her. - I like books. I don't necessarily have to read LGBT books. But I do like the genre. - When you finish it, lend it to me. Who knows, I'll appreciate it. - Yes, I lend it. - She says with a smile. - I thought you didn’t want to come to the pool – he says, changing the subject. - Well, officially, I'm not in the pool. I didn't go into the water. – she says with a giggle.

He must have a deep grudge against these people. The next picture is that of a woman presumably in her forties also. "His wife, Pamela Jones Monroe." On getting to the last picture, my eyes land on a lady with wavy honey-brown hair staring back at me. It looks like she's getting out of a car and I can see about three men in suite around her-probably her bodyguards. Something about her slim, fragile figure captivates me. Damn, she's stunning. It's not like it matters though, I shrug mentally.

If she didn't love him, how could she have come that far? Those notes, which could be boring, felt fascinating when he saw them written in her handwriting. Just then, someone knocked on his door. Brandon frowned and opened it. He then saw someone he didn't want to see. Tammy stood there wearing a thin nightgown with spaghetti straps. The top was so revealing that even the slightest movement exposed her fair skin. She acted as though she didn't notice, covering her bleeding forehead with one hand and staring at him with tearful eyes. "Brandon, my forehead hurts so much. Could you help me with the medicine?"