Minx Book Novels & Stories

Maxine said as he walked in. I looked up from the book clutched in my hands and found Maxine stepping into my room, hair still damp from a fresh shower, wearing a dark shirt that clung to his chest like a second skin. He looked exhausted… but in that rugged, broody kind of way that made it impossible to look away. He smiled softly. “Caught you reading again, little wolf?” I smiled back and closed the book. “It’s better than curling up and worrying about what chaos tomorrow will bring.”

I turn my head around to check what is under my mini drawer, only to see a book with a dominant red on its cover page. “Sometimes you win, Sometimes you Learn…” I read loudly. I tilted my head. “Did I bought one like this before?” I asked myself since I don’t remember reading this book from before. But if it isn’t mine, then why is this here inside my place? Shoving all of my questions, I pulled the chair in front of my vanity mirror and decided to check the content. A little smile showed in my face when I realized something from the title. There is a Lose behind the word Learn and it is written with black ink. I flip on the next pages and it first have notes from the Author named John C. Ma

Damion screamed as thousands of tiny ice shards slammed into him. The sound deafening my ears as I fought to keep my face blank instead of recoiling. The stone marble was like a mirror, reflecting my cold features perfectly. Why haven't I done this before? “You little slut!” Damion hissed breaking free and lunging for my neck. Justin intervened tackling him to the polished black marble. Punches were thrown. Soon Justin had pinned Damion easily. “She has you all wrapped around her frosty little fingers.”

The pages are dark and stained with age, the blood red leathery covers marked with hundreds of different users' hopes for answers. Mina helps me undress, my desk covered with dozens of small jewellery boxes for replacing each jewel and ornament that hangs from my hair and body. She notices the books and gives me a sad shake of the head. "I'll put these back," she said softly. Her voice dropped to a whisper, "it's not safe to do things like that. Don't rile Austin up." The fear in her blue eyes was enough. This place is truly nothing like Fyrestone. /We will just have to think of something else./ I need to save myself...but I've no idea how

My car, my driver, all waiting, but I stayed with her. “How many more of these do you have?” she asked. “Companies?” “Yeah.” “I have three more,” I said. “Romano is the most important. It was my first. Like your first child. You get attached.” She chuckled. Strange pride warmed my chest. “Trust me. I know,” she said. “This is me,” she said, stopping in front of a black Hyundai Elantra. “Thanks for walking me.” “Thanks for the genius idea upstairs,” I replied, letting a small smile escape.

she said, smiling happily at the thought of their first grandchild. “Hopefully, ma. By the way, I’m here to get my books.” “The ones by Jakara Blue? Yes, it’s on the bookshelf in your room.” Later in my room, I indeed saw about ten books by Jakara Blue that were arranged neatly on a shelf. I picked one of them and traced the embossed author’s name with my finger. This explained why I used the name Jakara Blue as my new name in Japan. It must be because I was an avid reader of Jakara Blue’s books. Remembering about my purpose in coming here, I started opening the folders that were arranged on another corner of the shelf. I had the habit of placing important documents in a folder.

For now, she didn't even want to wonder what would happen if aunt Margareth finds out about her feelings. Selene stretched first, then slowly dragged herself off the bed, her eyes immediately fixed on the Book of Magic that was lying down on the desk, the one she had gotten from aunt Meredith yesterday. Selene took it gently in her hands and sat on the edge of the bed, setting the bulky volume on her lap, and flipped through the book several times. Afer the fourth time she stopped at a page that showed a portrait of a man with ebony, half-length hair, in a long black coat... The face itself seemed familiar at once, but when Selene saw his eyes - dark and captivating like two black holes, she

Disclaimer This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events and places is purely coincidental. Emiliana

That was when Effie was still pregnant with the twins, and I know how irresponsible it was to let my baby sister go out clubbing when she should stay in bed; that goes for Claire too, but I felt terrible for them. Another reason for her glow is her scars becoming unnoticeable. Lena, her boss, had suggested doing MicroArt. Effie explains it was a safe procedure but costly. It's camouflaging the scars that will blend your skin color to match the tone. Effie said it would take four sessions for four weeks, but in her case, I think it will take more. She said some parts of her body are swollen from her first session a week before the trip, but they will disappear in a few days. She was worried a

As he sat on his executive chair behind the large mahogany desk, he just stared at Martin. At this time, Emma was at home, she didn't have the strength to accompany her father nor did she even know he was out of the hospital. She locked herself up, nursing her wounds. Too many times, shame and disgrace dinting her name and reputation. It's enough for her. She is done with getting married and bringing shame to her parents and herself. As Rodrigo asked Martin Kim why he had come to see him, the latter sighed audibly and said he wanted him to help him get his company back.