Jennifer Ryan Books Novels & Stories

“I don’t know much about what young women your age like to read, but I asked around and picked a few things. I thought it might make you feel...more at home.” I stepped closer, running my fingers over the spines. The books ranged from classics to modern novels, with a few journals tucked in between. “You did this for me?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Ryan shrugged, but his ears turned slightly red. “It’s not much. Just thought you might like it.” His words hit me harder than they should have. He didn’t know it, but he’d done more for me in that moment than anyone else had in years.

Seraphina explained that she’d said she came to the bookstore to ‘recharge her brain,’ but ended up picking a novel instead of a nonfiction book, so relatively speaking, it wasn’t exactly ‘serious. Ryan nodded. “Nice cover.” “Huh?” “Nothing. Let’s go.” Seraphina obediently let him lead her by the hand as they walked back to the hotel. Once back, Seraphina changed into cozy loungewear and curled up on the bed with her book. Ryan worked at the desk outside. They didn’t disturb each other. But Ryan found it hard to concentrate—he couldn’t stop wondering if Seraphina was really reading, or texting some guy behind his back.

Ryan hesitated for a second because it was midnight, and to come to someone's home at this time was not a good thing. "I'm sorry, but you have to come home." Ryan exhaled his breath and got out of the car. As he stepped out, he saw a boy coming out of the front door. Ryan frowned. He was curious to know who could be present at her house at this time. The boy also gave a strange look, but without talking, he passed away. Ryan shrugged his shoulders and moved towards the front door. He was about to knock, but the door was opened. He slightly pushed it, and the door went on opening, revealing his wife standing at some feet in the lounge. As he stepped inside, the eyes of Arianna landed on him,

I didn’t have any accomplishments, certainly nothing I’d done to be proud of anyhow. “So what do you like to do,” Ryan asked. “I uhm … I don’t do much. I like to read,” I said, wanting to slap myself. Why couldn’t I be more outgoing? “That’s cool. I bet you like Heather Killian’s books huh? That’s what my sister is all into,” Ryan said, laughing. I grinned like an idiot. She was the most well known author of werewolf romance stories. I giggled. “Isn’t that the sweetest sound you’ve ever heard,” Ryan said.

I could still feel his hand weakly clutching mine, guiding me, giving me the push I needed. I ducked into an alley, pressing my back against the cold brick wall, trying to catch my breath without making a sound. My hands trembled. My eyes stayed wide. Alert. Daniel was gone. The warmth of his hand was gone. But his warning stayed. They were fast. Too fast. Whoever Adrian Red was, he had eyes everywhere. I had been foolish to think I could just walk away. "Jenny," I whispered to myself, forcing my voice low. "Think. Jenny. Think."

I am trying not to return to the apartment and find them together. “Do we know how Mathius’s meeting went yesterday?” Emmy asks. “From what Dylan told me, it went well. I guess the woman, Nayleen, that he met with was incredibly helpful.” Sapphire answers. So that is the woman's name. Damn, even her name is beautiful as she is. Once again, the apartment is dark, or that is what I thought. Someone left the dimmer light on, making the living room look like something out of a romance novel that Sapphire reads. She is into those fantasy/paranormal romance stories. Has Dylan caught her reading them? Giant hands grab my hips as I touch the switch to turn it off. I scream as I am pulled ba

He left, and flew away, and with his flight, he took all my hopes and dreams with him. I don’t know what life will look like now. And I don’t know if I want to… * “Going to sleep all day, are you?” came a quick, jovial voice, in a heavy Irish accent. Caitlin looked up, trying to figure out where she was, who was talking to her. As she slowly sat up, she felt the stiffness in her joints, and realized that she had fallen asleep in the chair, head resting on the desk. Before her lay her open Journal. She must have fallen asleep writing.

The man was a billionaire and could pay for anything he wanted as long as he could get it. I moved close to the books and tried reading some of their titles. They were mostly novels, and a little gasp fled my lips when I saw my favorite dark romance series, sitting on the shelf. The Ryan Rule by Sadie Kincaid. I loved the four books of that series so much, and although I’ve read them all, I wouldn’t mind re-reading them again. I didn’t have the money to purchase the books so I borrowed from a schoolmate. But now they were here.

I said my eyes glued to Jennifer as I spoke A heavy silence filled the room as I spoke, they kept on looking around themselves stealing glances at Jennifer like they knew who I was referring to. Ryan looked like he was struggling to breathe, his face pale like blood had been drained out of him and his hands gripping the table as if it was the only thing keeping him steady. Jennifer, on the other hand, was doing her best to maintain her usual cold expression, but I caught the slight twitch of her fingers and the way her lips pressed into a thin line.