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Isabella's POV The book store is unusually crowded today which made it slow for me to get the sales boy to get me my type of books. I still read romance books. Some are similar to my kind of situation while others are beautiful from beginning to end even though trials and tribulations are inevitable. But what matters most is the love and trust between the couples. By the time I got the books, I was already tired and I doubt if I will be able to come back here if the store continues getting crowded this way.

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she asked. “Are you going to run off? If you come back, I can promise you everything. I can give you sex and anything your heart desires.” He couldn’t give her everything. There was a reason she read so many romance novels, and it wasn’t because it was what women did. She read them out of yearning. The books were her one way of getting a happy ending. In life, she had come to learn it doesn’t always have a happy ending. “I’ll come back,” she said.

” I run my tongue along the lacey edge of her panties, a few inches below her belly button. “You’re thinking I couldn’t possibly read smut, and you’re trying to judge yourself against all the super sexy book boyfriends out there. The thing about books is that they give people something to fantasize over. Something they might not want in real life, and that’s what makes it sexy. It’s something to take yourself out of your existential, boring, mundane world for a while and put you somewhere else. Well, I do read romance. I even read erotica. That being said, it’s not real, and I don’t expect it to be. You’re real, and I want to enjoy this. With you. I have no high standards to measure you agai

"I only read romance." He turned his head to look at me, one eyebrow raised. "Exclusively?" "What's wrong with romance?" I crossed my arms defensively. "Nothing. I just find it surprising that someone as sharp as you limits herself to one genre." An involuntary blush rose from the collar of my dress. The compliment caught me off guard. "I like happy endings. The real world has too few of them." Not that I expected him to understand softness or hope. "Fair point. Though I'd argue there's value in reading outside your comfort zone. Choose any book. It doesn't matter what it is—the followers won't be reading the title."

Amazing, what is a better way to distract yourself than reading some dark romance books filled with smut. I got in the library and instantly felt a bit calm. Grabbing my favourite four books I got seated in a cosy comfortable corner, and started reading. An hour later I closed the fourth book in my hands as I groaned frustratingly. For god sake what's wrong with me? I couldn't even read a single book completely. I tried to read them for fifteen minutes and then put them aside while picking up another book. All of these books are my fucking comfort favourite books that I have re-read for so many times. The books whose MMC are my, to heart, book boyfriends.

I raised my brows to ask her what was that she wanted to have. “Read me a book. A book to make me fall asleep,” she said. It was just a minor wish but it was really great deal for me. I never read any books. I hated reading them. The morality that were written in the books were just some nonsense to me. I never allowed myself to follow it. Romance novels were what I hated the most. They were just the way too cringe. I mean no boy would really love to read them and even if there were some, I wasn’t the one who would love to read such romance books.

Caleb Reed between my legs, looking at me like the account had never been the whole point. “Look at me. You don’t get to come with your face in the pillow and pretend I’m nobody.” His mouth found my throat again, open, staying. His hand stayed on my hip after every thrust, not just during. “I’m not nobody. I’m the man you texted come after two years of CC. I’m the man who drank coffee in your kitchen and left you the cup like a dare.” “You’re also the man who took the compliment.” “Yes.” He didn’t flinch. He rolled deeper. “Live with both. I am.”

“Like what you see?” “Ugh! Read first. Open the book without looking, then read the page aloud while I’m putting it into action.” I laugh, shaking my head. “So, uh— wife, you want a role-play based on the book, huh? Don’t you have an erotic romance with you? I wonder where did you get this idea.” Romance book has a sex scene in the first few chapters if they meet at the club or party, in the middle when the main characters connect each other, and of course before the ending.

She should have been declared an angel for her commendable feat. She walked around the counter throwing a pile of romance books to Cain that she watched the girls in her pack read, she wasn’t going to help him choose because she wasn’t one to waste her time reading fantasies when she had more important things to think about, like how to find her parents and save them. Bet an erotic romance wasn’t going to help her in easing the swirl of emotions that she was going through at the moment. Walking past the aisles, she browsed through several historical and poetry books before her gaze fell on the aisle that was stacked with cooking books.