Kerri Maniscalco Books Novels & Stories

While playing with a strand of my hair, I asked curiously, “With respect? Have you manipulated them or something?” Keir’s playful smirk widened, “Yes? I have some mysterious charm, Miss Firefly.” “Eh! I should definitely stay away from you, then. I can’t trust a tricky manipulator.” “Tsk! Tsk!” Keir suddenly leaned forward and picked up the book from the study table, “Miss Firefly, for your kind information after last night’s incident, this manipulator is allowed to meet you anytime and anywhere. Your whole pack is extremely grateful to me for saving the life of their precious Princess.”

, he instructed, not looking up from his book, there I was at the back, in my seat shaking and sweating while watching everyone submitting their books. He checked the books, " why are there 39books submitted instead of 40? If you know you have not submitted stand up now before I call you out myself" he growled, his eyes scanning the room. Slowly I stood up. "Why haven't you submitted yet, Kelsi? " he asked, his tone was hard filled with annoyance. "I.....I.....I " I was shaking with fear, stuttering. "come out now" He roared, picking up his cane.

"And I have to sit here and take it." "You can write a response" Marcus suggested. "Publish your own account. But you can't stop her book." The book came out two months later. It debuted at number seven on the bestseller list. Karen did interviews on talk shows and podcasts. She cried on camera talking about falling in love with a married man. She described me as charming but dangerous. She said she wrote the book to help other women avoid manipulative men like me.

Meanwhile, few benches away, Kira sat quietly sipping coffee with her headphones on, but she wasn't really quiet, trouble was definitely been cooked. Then I peeped only to see her reading a book with the title, “How to Heal Fast When Your Trusted Best Friend Is Madly in Love With a Sad Billionaire.” I'm not surprised, topical of her. So I took Marianne, my mother for a walk.

Smiling down at her gorgeous face, I kissed her forehead and whispered, “I am made for your love too, Kiara Sharma.” If you want, you can join Mahi Mistry's F******k Group or Page: Author Mahi Mistry and also follow her on I*******m @authormahimistry to keep up with the recent updates regarding her books! You can access all the books + bonus content on her P*****n Page Mahi Mistry.

’s umbrella, I can freely do that without fear of being excommunicated. I walk up to the registration desk and don the most annoying Vegas bimbo personality I can muster—all those years of working undercover as a P.S.K. still come in handy. “Hiya, sorry but, like, I couldn’t help overhear you, like, just now,” I say all bubbly, hating myself more with every ‘like’. “My boo and I are, like, about done with our room, like, for the night, you can, like, have it if you want. We just need to, like, pack up, and it’s all yours.”

But for the first time since finishing her doctorate, Keira felt a spark of something she'd almost forgotten: creative excitement. When they finally parted, with promises to exchange emails and a handshake that felt more like a pact, Keira walked out of the library on legs that felt disconnected from her body. The spring air was cool on her flushed cheeks. The world looked the same—buses, tourists, the usual London chaos—but everything had shifted. Marcus was waiting in the car, Gracie asleep in her car seat. He saw her face and grinned. "That good?" She got in, leaned over, and kissed him. "She wants to publish my book. My actual book. Like, a real book that people can buy."

TOBIAS: Leaning forward over my desk, I violently press my finger against the button on the intercom. “Melanie, can I see you in my office?” “Sure,” she responds, her voice trembling. I lean back in my chair, rubbing my chin as my gaze zones in on my office door. I’m in a foul mood. A mood that won’t lift, regardless of what I do. Ever since I found out that Keri left New Zealand and went to Australia with Kip… well, let’s just say that my hands have been twitching to pulverize something, preferably Kip Mason.

“I mean, yes. Nice to meet you, Miss Antonoff, it’s a pleasure to be working with you.” “I’m going to get straight to the point here. I know you have talent, I know you have the skills…” I lightly turned to look over my shoulder, then back at her while pointing at myself. “Are you talking about me?” “Don’t act all clueless now, Kerri. I saw you before, when you were still working for your idiotic ex-husband. You picked up a script I wrote and began reciting it when you thought you were alone in the studio…”

“Excuse me, sir? Will you be checking any of these books out?” He tilted his head at her in confusion. He had reserved no books. The robrarian expected his question and spoke once more. “Your friend with the tail thought you would need these.” She showed him the different titles. The Lust Chronicles, I Am What I Am Accept It, My Lycanthrope Lover, How Not To Be An Asshole, and more. He nodded his head in understanding. She was a cheeky person when she wanted to be. He liked that.