Mc Romance Books Novels & Stories

Was it from a novel Paige had read before? "What? Do you also think I'm right?" Chris asked with a smile. Paige refuted, "You should read fewer messy novels." Who would have thought that someone like Chris, a CEO, actually liked reading all sorts of romance novels? Did he ever imagine himself in those novels, fantasizing about being the male lead? Chris said, "I don't read any messy novels. I read the painstaking works of the authors." Paige was at a loss for words. Did she also not read the authors' painstaking works? Such double standards.

The house remained overnight, slicing through all clefts with blade-edged, hard bone, light above shadow. Samuel Blackwood had his study, a study redolent with the scent of old leather, cigar smoke, and the iron smell, reminding him of things forgotten. Walls lined with shelves of books, book covers remembered long ago, more trophies than books, bearing witness to a string never sagging, never broken.

I bumped through the door, my eyes instantly landing on Rocco who stood firmly, his hands crossed behind his back as he guarded the door to the toilets. He sent a slight nod in the direction of the toilet door, and I wasted no time in swinging that shit open and slamming it shut. “Lucien” Maria squealed, placing her hand across her heart in fright. “You fucking scared me” she hissed, and I closed my eyes inhaling the scent of her perfume deeply, I had to compose myself and I must do it quickly because I was about to fuck up all the progress that I had worked so fucking hard on. That Italian prick.

"What do I need to do, sir?" His expression grew even darker. "Are you in for this bet?" "I'll leave it to your discretion," I answered. That response seemed to infuriate him. I could see his grip on his wine glass tighten, his knuckles turning white. "Fine, let's bet." The cards were dealt, and the game was on. I did not get the rules of the game, but the vibe? That I could read like an open book. Everyone was as still as statues, barely breathing.

Prologue Anastasia Olivia, Scarlett, and I swayed to the music in the Russian Orchid, laughing and carefree. This nightclub in Moscow was a must, according to tips Scarlett received. It has been the best summer ever; it would stay with us forever. I couldn’t remember the last time all three of us felt so happy and relaxed. We were having the time of our lives. Our last hurrah before life would take us all away and back to reality. There was a young Russian singer on the stage singing, and even though we couldn’t understand a single word, the beat drove our bodies as we danced.

Ryan said with a shrug. "Jasmine" I called but she stood up and walked out and I stood up to follow her but I stopped. "Thank you." I said to Ryan and he smirked. "See you in the next five years, go after your girl." He said, I smiled and ran after Jasmine. 💊 .......the END

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~Marlowe~ Two days had passed since my introduction to the members of Rook's club, and I was now trying to decide if I'd been dropped down Alice's rabbit hole, or picked up by Dorothy's tornado and carried to the land of OZ. The bar where I had been working, as well lived above, had caught fire while I'd been with Rook. The fire had been a threat against the Sons Of Morning Star from a rival club, showing them there wasn't anyone they couldn't reach. Not long after, the compound had been attacked. As a result the members of SOMS had gone into hiding.

My palms slammed against his chest to push him back. He felt massive. He was a wall of muscle. He let me shove him back two inches. "Do not say it," I panted. My breath came in fast gasps. I scrambled backward until my spine hit the headboard. "Do not go there, Sebastian." "Elliot," he said. His brow furrowed as he reached for my wrist. "No!" I pulled my arm away. I tucked my hands close to my chest. My heart was a hammer against my ribs. The honey scent off my skin turned sharp and sour with alarm. "We don't do this. We don't have feelings. We don't do romance."

Most of them were what I expected—books on strategy, history, a few on Italian mafia politics. And then, tucked on the bottom shelf, almost hidden— "You weren't kidding about these?" I pulled one out, raising an eyebrow. "Really?" "Put that back." "The Duke's Dangerous Desire," I read aloud, grinning. "A Rake's Redemption. The Highlander's Captive Bride—" "Jameson." Her voice was sharp, but I could hear the embarrassment underneath. "Put them back." "I'm not judging," I said, turning to face her. "I'm just surprised. You kill people for a living, but you read romance novels?"