Mystery And Romance Novels & Stories

This is my second book and it is more of a Mafia romance, I promise you will not regret a thing. I am looking forward to giving you the best. Thanks

" “I wonder. “That's right, it's just that I haven't had time lately. You know, college and work. Can I? "Sure, pick the one you want." You can take one if you like. What gender do you prefer? I bet Romance.” He smirked. He had a nice smile. Billie was not ugly at all, quite the opposite. "And I bet just because I'm a girl you think I like romance." But yes, a little. However I prefer mystery and terror. dark things. I looked at him. Now Billie was closer.

“So most books are aimed at both male and female readers. male and female? — No... Techno-thrillers are mainly aimed at men and a romance is aimed mainly for women. With mystery and suspense, some go more to one side and some are in the middle, like mine. Of the genres, by far the most sales are in the Affairs. - Serious? “Damien was teaching me a lot. — So most people — female readers – is it romantic in the depths of the soul? Like my sisters Kat and Merilee? They always had a pile of novels in their bedrooms. “They like happy endings—just like mystery book readers—but romance readers care more about the character than the plot. mystery and thrillers deal with how to solve the crime, the p

"Asking me that will definitely ruin the mystery." She chuckled. "Is that how you get the ladies?" "Maybe." His thumb grazed the rim of the glass. "I don't think I've seen you around here." "Work brought me here when I should be snuggling with my cat back home." "What do you do?" "I thought we were keeping that part of ourselves a mystery." He took in her formal attire of a white shirt and black pants. "Let me guess, a lawyer?" She gave him a cheeky grin. "I do work with the law. And you? A stripper?"

it felt so new to you since it's Genesis the man I love and I never had sex with him. you looked into his eyes. you were turned on by his face; the raised eyebrow, the seductive eyes, the little smirk plastered on his face. oh goodness. I thought that I already moved on but I was wrong. All this time I'm still in love with him. you didn't realize that he loosened your red lace brassiere. your breath hitched, he was that damn fast. you let your straps fall to your shoulder as he slowly removes the cloth from your chest.

On the part of Emiliano Romero, love sprouted between them, they never left each other's side for a second, that is to say, where Maria was, Emiliano was, they were inseparable, although the important business was always handled by the Mexican. They stayed a few months touring the dark streets of the country, where the exciting and restless night, left naked the urban cultures, which like them, slipped in the dark, managed to open a hidden laboratory also under an old and historic church, Catholic, which showed once again the corrupt world institution, but that did not matter to these crooks, the only thing they considered was the Machiavellian secret that everyone shared in the dark soul.

he added. “Uhm, it’s okay.” Actually, everything has been alright for the past few weeks, but when I found out about the mysteries here in this apartment, I started feeling something I can’t name. I am scared, and at the same time, I’m curious to seek the truth behind this one. The mysteries are waiting for me to solve them, but I don’t know how to start and where. I didn’t have the leads. Wait. I do. That man.

#Romance #Thrilling #Suspense #Action #Dramas This is going to be the best of best so don't miss any part. @Authoress Ricky Be expecting this next week readers. I love you all💓💓 Here is a blurb about the book

she said with a wink, settling beside me on the couch and pulling a fuzzy blanket over us both. She queued up the movie on her TV, the opening credits filling the room with upbeat music. As the story unfolded lighthearted banter, stolen glances, the kind of sweet romance that made your heart flutter—I tried to lose myself in it. Mira laughed at the jokes, nudging me with her elbow, but I could only manage faint smiles. My mind wandered back to Zayden, to the way his touch had once felt like safety, now tainted by blood.

Shadow mumbled, almost inaudible to the young master. "What are you mumbling?" Weylin narrowed his eyes, feeling annoyed. "N-nothing, y-young master," Shadow said casually while cursing him internally. I really want to meet Garaine Jones so badly. Weylin thought, looking at the sky. I want to tell her everything and confess to her. I really wanna tell her how much I love her; what she means to me. But...she hates the Mafia the most. Moreover, we have met only once and I shouldn't just rush things. Rushing things might make her hate me. But if I don't rush things then...Ugh! Why are things so complicated!?