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Anastasia just nodded and dismisses her. Sighing in defeat, she force herself to placed down the book for awhile. She was reading that book for almost three days. The title of the book is 'Belladonna'. As a reader and as a critic, she can say that the book was really good–no, it was incredible. It was well-written and the story plot was very interesting. But sadly, she cant read it continuously specially that her chosen profession was very demanding. So she doesn't have a choice but to read it part by part.

Her hair was beautiful that's why she took good care of them. "Who told you that people don't read romance. People like me do. And about that spicy thing they can imagine on their own. What if a child found my book and start reading that things?" Anna said as she could not endure the insult of romance. She wrote novels but they were simple, slow, and rhythmically yet people found that boring.

I don't have any pending assignments right now, so I thought I'd read a story on the Good Novel app first. Ever since I couldn't buy physical books anymore, I started reading different stories about fantasy and romance on this app. At least I'm having fun, especially when I'm stressed out over school work and other stuff. I'm reading Miss Thinz's story Her Ruthless Alpha because I love Erdy and Zerra's story. I hope I can find a man like Erdy. They're not just handsome and rich, but they're also really loving and caring. But those kinds of men can only exist in novels.

She took her transparent brown glasses from the vanity table and put them on and it enhanced her beauty more. Isabella didn't need to fuss much about her appearance as she was confident that she looked good. She examines her appearance in the mirror, assessing herself. She was more stunning than she had ever been before. She took her mother's perfume from the table and sprayed it all over her neck and body. She despised perfume, but she couldn't help since she needed to scent to be alluring and appealing to him.

Now that she finally had her open happiness , It wasn't shocking that Anna was having a hard time accepting it . ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ Author's note : - Please do check out my other books ♡ ) Im - perfect ♡) your faithful poisonous consort ♡) The substitute Villainess ♡ ) Superstar chef mommy of villain and villainess ♡ ) Tumbling emotions Thank you ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

“…what?” She rolls her eyes and stands, sauntering toward me in her silk nightgown. “Don’t stare at me like that,” she says, her tone sharp and cold. “It’s bad enough I have to share a room with a pushover like you. Don’t make me stick your head in the toilet again. Got it?” I just… stand there. What. The actual. Hell. In the book, Elara was sweet. Kind. The quiet heroine who saved everyone.

Finally, with a sigh, I shook my head and muttered to myself, “I can only have one of you.” The marshmallow looked innocent enough. The book, on the other hand, was dangerously sweet. After a moment of consideration, I popped the marshmallow into my mouth and continued reading. The book Indy gave me was a short romance story. She had said it would be a good place to start. I was beginning to suspect that she had deliberately chosen something that would make my heart explode. It was the classic story of a prince and a pauper. The female lead was poor, kind, and so selfless that it made my stomach hurt sometimes. She helped strangers, fed animals, and forgave people who did not deserve forgive

She had been sitting in The Tasty Place dinner, tucked in a corner with her head in a book- a novel I had suspected. One of those typical, Pride and Prejudice novels, or whatever the name was that women loved. It didn’t turn me on or off. She had glanced up from her book, not at me but past me. And it had felt like she saw right through me; it blew me away. Her eyes were like emerald green shimmering in the light, the type of eyes you didn’t see an Asian woman with very often. Contacts, I had thought, but that’s the first thing she clarified when I asserted myself and tried to speak to her.

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.

I murmured, sighing tiredly, “Why did the author have to make her so spineless and weak?” I turned the page, fully immersed in the story, when the sound of approaching footsteps reached my ears. I glanced up, and my eyes fell on an unfamiliar woman as she stepped into the library. She was beautiful in the most conventional way. Sharp cheekbones, flawless skin, and hair that tumbled over her shoulders in rich waves. Her posture screamed authority, but there was an arrogance in the way she held her chin just a little too high. When she stepped in, she posed at the door, holding my gaze like she was expecting something from me.