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That she would fight. But she hadn’t. And now, she had done it again. The soft chime of the café door closing behind her felt like a gunshot, shattering the last illusion I had clung to. She still loved me. I saw it in her eyes, in the way her breath caught when she looked at me, in the way her fingers had trembled when she touched me. But love wasn’t enough. Not in her world. Not when the man she was bound to was Damien Laurent.

I continue my work and I have a good progress. I decided to email my proposed title and outline to Ms. Amanda and I’m a bit nervous. I hope she will like it. I’m confident with my work but knowing Ms. Amanda she is a very strict and I don’t know what really catches her attention or what her taste about a novel. I decided to make a romance novel about a girl that left on her wedding day to pursue her dreams and after a long time will meet again her past lover.

I must confess that money is good but marrying a younger man is the best cause marriage would become even more perfect. I left his room nodding my head. Mr Chancy is doing all that he can to put a smile on my face, showering me with expensive gifts, taking me to exotic places whilst the least I got from Larry was a rose flower once in a while but I still liked it that way, at least I loved him as much as he loved me. Money might put smiles on faces but I can't deny the fact that money is not everything, I don't think that expensive gifts or going to exotic places would ever make me fall in love with Mr Chancy, it's totally impossible as far as I am concerned.

she said. She sighed wistfully and dropped down on the bed. “Mak, I think I’m in love.” She slipped her hands between her legs and squeezed them shut. “Disgusting, Jay. We need to hurry.” “No, seriously, Mak. He was like a porn star. I’m keeping him on speed dial.” I shook my head, knowing she was dead serious. We went to the restaurant downstairs and by the time we got to the car it was after one and Jay was cursing silently.

She heard Irene scream in excitement, "what the hell are you guys doing?" "Oh, oh," Tasha and Irene turned to face her, "This is so good, Elle!" Irene ran to her and hugged her, "This is awesome!" "what are you talking about?" She frowned. "The book, who said you can't write romance? This book is so good! I can't even explain it in words," Irene squealed. "You liked it?" Elle smiled at her. "I loved it!" "I didn't know you could write a romance novel," Tasha blinked in surprise. "Dude, it's like you've poured your heart out," Tasha couldn't believe her eyes.

If he wants that I read this book then no problem I will do it. After spending my precious ten minutes I realized that this a romantic novel on Ceo and his secretary now why on earth he wanted me to read something like this. I threw the book on the desk as he leans back in his chair in order to give me a full look at his face. An expressionless face.

" You're welcome baby but quick question. Where did you come up with this idea?" It's unusual. " Uhm... About that." She scratched the back of her head and I almost begged God for her answer to be legal. " One night I walked into your boss's room and saw a drawing book. All the drawings were amazing but I had three favorites, the flowers, the fruit bowl and the sky. So i put them all in on since I couldn't decide which one I liked most" Hunter draws!?? That explains the talent in Louisa. And that should be the night he caught her in his room.

“Sophia loves reading novels—romance novels—but just like what I said, she is actually dense and almost oblivious with the men around her. It would seem that she is more fixated with the idea of what she reads rather than real men, but, of course, I can’t say that she has not had a real boyfriend ever…”

Of course, I also have other books. For some reason, 'Endless Poison Love' is my favorite romance novel because I can feel the Author's feelings being poured into it. Sure, the plot, characters, scenes, words, and lessons are good, but it's the Author's way of writing that has got me hooked. She's a genius.

At the bottom of the shelf, though, were a handful of romance novels—in English, no less. I pulled out a historical romance by a favorite author of mine. I hadn’t read this one, and I’d already finished the one romance I’d brought with me. I was a total bore and preferred to read printed books still. Probably because they smelled nice. If e-readers could let out a puff of new-book scent, though, I’d buy one in a heartbeat. “The Seduction of Miss Emily Morris,” Olivier read over my shoulder. “That rather gives the plot away, no?”