Jonbenet Ramsey Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

“This little baby cub’s name is Ramsey…” “And that’s me!!!!” Ramsey shrieked as he uncovered the blanket, dropping Mr. Winslow so he could begin hopping up and down his small bed, as he couldn’t contain his excitement any longer. Ava didn’t know why this story that should have happened to be a bit scary for a five year old cub happened to be Ramsey’s favorite. He never got tired of hearing it, and he expected that his mom should never get tired of telling it.

Ben, these are my mommy’s favorite books! They were strangers who had never met, yet even so, she was able to so generously give him her favorite books. A woman who lived outside of the illusory and fantasy of fame like that was one he truly admired. He pulled out one of the Hacker Empire books and started flipping through it slowly. In the living room, Marilyn sat on the couch in a daze. Ben had rarely lost his temper at her. She was surprised to learn how terrifying he looked when he lost his temper. Even if he did not have an argument with her, those stern eyes alone were enough to frighten her out of her wits.

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.

Bellamy thinks for a moment then nods to himself, a decision made. “Lie back and listen then.” I tilt my head in curiosity but I comply. He leans over and tucks in the sides of the blanket around me, making sure I'm snug and comfortable. Next, he grabs the book he was reading earlier from the bedside table. He ignores the bookmark and flips back to the beginning. Then he starts to read, his voice calm and relaxing. It’s some mystery book about a bank heist. I’m so tired I barely even pay attention, I just let the soothing sound of Bellamy’s voice lull me back to sleep. During the night I wake twice more. Both times I’m crying and I have the impression of fear, but I don’t remember what exact

I take that as permission to ask anyway. "Can I take this home and read?" I ask, lifting up withering heights. He gives me a wide smile and nods his head in agreement. "Absolutely, babydoll." I grin, and take a seat with my new book on a little couch in the room. I settle in and silently begin to read. Picking up a few papers has turned into having to wait to get them from Ramon's intern for a while longer. "Ramon" I groan, shutting my book and looking at the clock on the wall. I let out an aggravated breath.

Reading books was like an escape from the world for Ramsay. He could just lie on his pullout couch, ankles crossed, and get lost in somewhere else, with someone else, as somebody else. There wasn’t anything better than that. “Boy!” his father’s voice called. Ramsay jerked and sat up, pushing the book under his pillow and quickly lighting a cigarette next to him. BT walked into the trailer that exact moment and Ramsay took a deep breath, releasing the smoke afterward.

The air was quiet enough to hear the creak of a chair shifting under weight. Then my eyes found the throne. At first, I thought it was Jaxon, because this man had the same broad shoulders, same height, same shape to the face and same long, black hair. But the eyes weren’t his. There was no warmth there, no recognition, no happiness at seeing me. When he looked at me, he leaned forward and gave me a cold smile. “Hello, Raven,” he greeted. “My name is Ramsey, and I have heard so much about you.”

Her cognac-dyed eyes widened and her lips were parted from the sequel, unable to close again. What is this? Remy you rascal, what the fuck have you been reading? The first title that jumped up was that of a bright red-covered book with the words "Conversation Casanova" written over it in capitals. And that was the most decent title... or book. The other ones had titles that shall not be said with contents that shall not be mentioned. Is this... this is how he got Jasmine? No way. These... W*****d books were better than these. Ryder couldn't look away from the books on her laptop's screen, her lips twitching, reconsidering some decisions she had taken lately.

Not an outsider at all. Even Lloyd Ramsey, who looked so terribly intimidating, had turned out to be surprisingly charming. And he loved Jack. His new grandson was definitely the apple of his eye. He’d perch Jack on his big, broad chest while he read the newspaper, informing the baby of any interesting movement on the share market. “This boy is a Ramsey,” he’d declared.”Can’t start learning too soon.”

Webber She began flipping through the pages, reading through a series of listed achievements and matters of interest accompanied by aged photos and personal anecdotes from the author as she considered every word carefully. It told the story of Ramus, a man spiraling out of control, and though it was never directly addressed, a clear picture was painted of his dissent into the darkness of selfish ambition.