Jonbenet Ramsey Books Novels & Stories

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.

She closed her eyes, letting herself melt into Ramsey’s embrace, soaking up the warmth and safety he provided. As they danced, Bella asked softly, “Why do you like RnB so much?” Ramsey grinned. “Because it abbreviates our names. Ramsey and Bella. RnB—it’s perfect, right?” Bella chuckled, her heart skipping a beat, a flicker of panic ran through her. What if he ever found out about her diary? She had made the password something so obvious, so easy for him to guess—“RAB.” What if he got curious one day, found her diary, and figured it out?

"You've read my book!" Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought that Ramon read any of my books. I just thought that he stumbled on one of my books online, saw my name on it and did me this big favor as a way to show he's sorry for what he did. But it NEVER crossed my mind that he had actually sat and taken his time to read the entire book.

Much like he'd looked as he had stood on Carrie's porch watching the clouds slowly travel across the sky while calmly sipping his coffee despite the chaos going on around him. Ben returned carrying a load of books in his arms. He heaved the heavy books onto the table before me. I looked down and was surprised at what I saw there. I didn’t know what I had expected. With all that had happened, I had envisioned fantasies of witchcraft, vampirism, mutants, and numerous other explanations involving mythological figures but this I hadn’t anticipated. At the very top of the considerable pile of books lay the King James Bible. “Just the tip of the iceberg, baby.” Richard said as he looked at me and

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.

he called back, his voice warm as sunlight. The sound of the door clicking shut was the last thing I heard before sleep reclaimed me, pulling me back into its embrace. *** I found myself rummaging through a stack of books that likely belonged to Jacob from his university years. None of them were fiction. These were all about life lessons and self-improvement. Titles like Rich Mindset and Atomic Habits caught my eye, their well-worn spines suggesting they had been thoroughly read. But one title stood out above the rest, stopping me cold:

Sending love and well wishes to you all xx A trail of water dripped behind Bellamy as he emerged from the shower, a towel hung loosely around his waist as he ruffled another towel through his now damp curls. “Whatcha reading gorgeous?” he nodded to Thea. Placing an intricately carved silver bookmark in between the pages, she placed her book down on the bedside table. Letting out a contented sigh, she stretched her arms and legs out on the bed. “It’s called ‘Her Fae Lovers’ by one of my favourite authors, Jane Knight.” A sleepy smile danced across her face as she dragged her eyes over Bellamy’s wet, exposed torso. Little pearls of water clung to his taught, tanned skin making him glisten unde

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.