Love Medicine Book Novels & Stories

Star looked at me with new interest at his protest. "That is not the type of news I want to deliver to a pack member." I softly spoke, flipping through the pages. "No, it is not. I don't envy you right now, but there is another possibility." She arched a brow at me, then set a much smaller book down in front of me. "How to trick a man to love you." The title read. "Uh, I'm not sure this is the right book, Star." She was pretty damn old, maybe she was finally becoming senile.

That's not good. I held onto my heart even tighter, clutching the edge of the table when I saw Dashiel lean towards the girl's face... and the last thing I know, I found myself crying... because of this stupid love!

It no longer felt heavy. He ordered black coffee and sat at the corner table by the window their table. And for the first time in a long while, he didn’t flinch. He opened the book again. Read the first line she’d ever underlined for him: “Love doesn’t always ask for more time. Sometimes, it asks to be remembered kindly.” He smiled. A small one. Honest. Before leaving, he placed the book gently on the windowsill, beside a half-empty sugar jar. He didn’t take it back. Someone else would find it, maybe read it, maybe feel something they needed to. Maybe even her.

he answered, and this just made me even more curious to ask him more questions. “Even though you can order it, but then it would take days for it to get here and you need it right now, so you had to come here,” I answered, giving him an explanation, and he nodded in agreement, immediately locking in. “What’s the name of this book?” I asked, and he swallowed. “Just an old classic historical romance book; Rebellious Love by Maura Seger,” he answered, and I slowly nodded. “Okay then,” I said as I took slow steps away from him.

Anything else. That’s when I remember the library book I should’ve returned weeks ago. The librarian’s probably going to bite my head off—but honestly? I don’t care. I’ve read that book so many times, I could quote it in my sleep. The romance between the Prince of England and the American president’s son… what started as hate turned into something powerful, something unstoppable. A love so intense, not even the gods could break them apart. I dream of a love like that. But in my messy little life, it feels impossible.

The world outside ceased to exist as I willingly surrendered myself to the intoxicating allure of this enchanting tale. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the room, I reluctantly closed the book, the final pages whispering a bittersweet farewell. Isabella and Lewis story had reached its conclusion, leaving me with a lingering sense of longing. I longed for a love that could ignite my soul, a love that would sweep me off my feet and carry me away to a realm where dreams and reality merged. With a contented sigh, I placed the book back on the shelf, its place now vacant, but its impact etched upon my heart. I knew that I would return to it, again and again, se

Do, Enjoy the book most dearest to my heart. Love is a common thing to some, to others like Mary it is a priviledge, she just didn't know it. To Jared, well.... we will find out in the book......

he asked, taking another sip of his coffee. "A book," was her dry reply, without even looking up. Nic gritted his teeth. "I'm aware of that. What's the title?" he asked, with less patience than before. "How to kill someone you don't like in two days." Nic had to laugh on the inside. She really was a funny piece of work. She still had yet to learn her manners, but she would. He would be damn sure of that. He walked over to her and snatched the book from her hands. Before she could protest, he read the title to himself. '100 Greatest Love Poems of All Time'. He handed the book back to her and walked to the bar area and sipped some more of his coffee.

he practically howled. Her voice had an amused lilt as she asked him about the condition of his genitals. He’d done enough with Vanessa to make them sore, but the extra added sex with Heloise in the shower made the flesh feel raw. He couldn’t understand why he stayed with her, but he did. She had a hold on him that wasn’t magical. It was pure chemistry. He’d lied to Nick when he said she’d given him an aphrodisiac. He’d only said that because Nick knew she dabbled in magic and the like, so he knew he’d be apt to believe the story. In truth, it was Alfred who’d seduced Heloise with drink and flattery. He was glad to find her alone and wasted no time plying her with alcohol with the ruse

Liam lifted the paper bag he had been carrying and showed it to Harriet. Inside, there was a book. When Harriet opened it, there was a list of ingredients for herbs from the East Continent that were famous for their medical technology. This was a book that was still very difficult to obtain even after world transportation had developed rapidly since decades ago. Harriet looked up at Liam who was gently caressing her cheek and stared at the man with pain. "I know I'm very late. I regretted it as soon as I knew I love you. And most likely, this too will fail," Liam said softly.