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He started to help her unpack her books, glancing at the spines as they started to shelve them in a tiny bookshelf that wouldn’t hold even half of her collection. Jane Austen, Charlotte Brontë, Elizabeth Gaskell, John Keats, Shakespeare, Virginia Woolf, Charles Dickens—so many books, most of which had clearly been read over and over again. Some were falling apart, barely glued together. When he took out a copy of Frankenstein, the cover fell off entirely. “Oh, poor guy. This one has been through a lot.” Rose took the book from him, smiling. That smile burst something inside him. Something hot, something dangerous. Something that felt exactly like longing. He caught his breath and forced hims

She said. "Come on this is not a marriage proposal, do you think my marriage proposal will be as lame as this? I can be very romantic when I want to be you know." I said and she laughed. "You? Romantic? Okay tell me, how will your marriage proposal be?" She asked. "You'll only get to find out if you accept to date me now so do you?" I asked. "I told you so." She said. "What?" "I told you back then remember? You said you weren't ever going to fall in love, I told you that you will and I'll be here to say I told you so when that happens." She said and I laughed.

How I met him was quite a meet-cute, never have I been in a relationship this passionate. He was everything and supported me, he gave me all I ever asked for. Since I first met him at the club, where I turned from a waitress to a striper, he had always hovered around me. He made me felt special, I could see his love for me in his eyes. We never had any problems, just small irrelevant arguments. I have been dreaming about the day he would propose to me, to be sincere, I have never been this patient in my life.

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25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

And I didn't help myself either, I constantly fed fears with stories of toxic, manipulative love, how it started always started with flowers and charm, and then, one day, the switch would flip. I promised myself I would never experience that. Romance belonged in stories. Fantasies not real life. Still, I couldn’t deny the memory of his touch. How warm his hand had felt on the small of my back. How perfectly he held me. How one dance ignited sparks across my skin. And my book? It wasn’t helping. The vivid steamy descriptions made me restless, And yet, part of me wasn’t ready to climb out of that mental gutter.

I want her to know how much I want her and want to be with her, but I don’t want to scare her off. “What were you reading on the balcony?” I asked her. “Just a romance book,” she replied. “It’s about a mafia princess who falls in love with a guy in the mafia, but she’s betrothed to someone else. It’s very well written.” “Sounds like a great love story. One you could tell your kids,” I smirked. “Well, probably not all the violence and sex,” Isabella giggled. “True,” I chuckled. “What are you doing tomorrow?” I probed.

He asked me, propping himself up on his hand. “Yeah, much better,” I whispered, not wanting to break this moment between us. Placing another of those soft kisses he sat up and said, “I’m going to change.” . . A Gupta . Have you checked out my other books? If you're new, do check out my books. They all are completed and are dark romance with twisted heroes that will make you hate them but by the end of the book you'll fall for them still!! You can start with, Bride To Be and Saved By The Devil.

"Tell me about the book you were reading. What is it about?" P**n. Flushing, I bite my lip "It's a romantic story" and by romance, I mean a girl getting railed by three men at once. I wasn't kidding when I said I'd gotten to the spicy part. She was finally going to sleep with all three of them together. Lucky bitch. "Ah, you're a romantic then?" Anti-romantic. People who say they're in love are full of shit. I believe in power, loyalty, and money.

I sucked in my breath just by the mention of the book. I never read dark romance novels, it always grosses me out, the male lead is a pure shitty devil while female lead is always a pure kind hearted angel. The book I love to read is in which there is a bubbly bakery characters. Those kinds of books make me reach my dreamland. Dylan and me.. Oh god!! I sighed. Concentrate Naomi. I kept the statue back on its place and plopped down on the couch and rested my long legs up on the coffee table.