Her The Book Novels & Stories

All three girls laughed. “Milena Chaykovsky,” she introduced herself and held her hand out toward the group. All three looked at her hand and then back at her. “I’m assuming you heard then?” She smirked at Rebecca. “That you’re a lying perra? Yeah,” Rebecca sneered at her.

V. We stood there shocked as we watched the girl and her friends or brothers, I think, walked away. I have to say that I was a little hurt that she did not like us. I mean, I was quite attracted to her. She had this whole badass aura surrounding her, as well as a carefree one that just pulls me to her. I know that she is the one. I do not care if she is the next queen of England, I will have her. Alex (P.O.V.)

She wouldn’t even entertain the chance to think about being near them. She quickly checked the messages on the phone, said goodbye to Mathew and Mike, again and turned it off. She pulled a book out of her purse and she didn't even notice when they took off. "What are you reading, if I may ask, ma’am?" Her companion's voice snapped her out from her ‘literature land’. She looked at him from behind the glasses. “A novel.” She replied but realized that she was being rude. "A book written by a well-known American adventure writer, Clive Cussler." She said in a slightly more pleasant tone.

How can we manage to look for the real author of this book then? "Let's read more." I told her so we checked every page. I am also curious about the thing that we need to get to kill her. Even the look of it is not written in the book. If we can't get any information about that thing, then how can we look for Lucinda? "This is not as easy as I thought." Hera complained. She has the right since this is not an easy task to do. Except for that black magic, this book is also confusing.

She is reading a book. "What the hell are you doing?" He asked her. "Get back to work." He told her. She pouted. "B – but..." she said and sniffled as a tear fell from her eye. "This is just so sad..." she told him and raised her book. Hail frowned. "What the hell is that?" he asked. Her eyes sparkled. "It is a love story about lovers who meet in the clouds!" she answered, excited. "That's stupid." He said.

She suddenly stops looking seriously into the dark nothingness as she whispers the name. “Alliah.” Falls from nowhere as she grabs another book, yet this time is a complete one along with the image and characters that are playing inside that world but is not yet complete. She flips the book and stops right unto the very last page, as she reads.

"Christopher, I don't think this is-'' the door flew open and Chris moved away from me. A young woman with dirty blond hair waltzed in and set her purse on Chris's desk. She was texting on her phone as I recognized her from the photo in his penthouse. "Non posso credere che stia succedendo!" [I can't believe this is happening!] she yelled out and looked up from her phone to notice Chris standing with his hands folded over his chest and me, standing against the table, like I wasn't just touched by him. "Chi è lei?" [Who is she?] "È la mia assistente," [She's my assistant,] the girl nodded and sat down on the armchair. "Ella, this is-"

Alexander had wasted precious time reprimanding me and missed the golden hour. I was suffocating so badly by the time he hung up the call that I could not utter a single word. I toppled to the ground, convulsing as I gasped for air. Felix jumped at the sight of me struggling to breathe. He looked to Caleb and the other man on the couch, seeking help. "Caleb, she's… She'll be fine, right?" Before Caleb could answer, Liam Carter spoke up beside him, sounding nonchalant. "Of course. She's probably jealous that Alex and Sasha are getting close.

Not Blackwood, her father’s name and definitely not Gray after leaving America to start afresh in London five years ago. Her black coat hugged her waist as she walked into Forrest Media Group like she belonged there and well, she did. People nodded when she passed. Some smiled. She had earned respect here. She wasn’t the timid pushover of the past. She became strong, calm, intelligent, and brave. She worked her way up the ladder as the head sports reporter for football for such a prestigious company. As she walked towards the elevator, she heard Melissa’s high-pitched voice ruin the morning calm. Melissa stood in front of her, twirling a strand of blonde hair around her manicured finger.

Some were old while others looked rather new. Toward the end of the shelf, her eyes caught a small, thin book almost hidden behind the rows of thicker textbooks. It was shoved deep into the shelf like they never wanted the book to be seen by anyone. Her eyebrows furrowed slightly. Something about the way the book was pushed back felt odd to her. She reached for the book that had a deep wine-red cover. The title was written in silver letters. “Her Erotic Fantasy” Clarissa blinked in surprise,she hadn’t expected that. Her lips parted slightly. She looked around the library to see if anyone was watching.