Mystery Of Love Book Novels & Stories

As I held it in my hands, a surge of anticipation coursed through me. "I wonder what's in you," I said as I settled onto the plush cushions of the nearby armchair, cradling the book in my lap. Opening it gently, I was greeted by intricate illustrations and delicate handwriting that seemed to dance across the page. The words on the page weaved a tale of forbidden love and dark desires. It was a dark romance, filled with passion and danger, a story that both intrigued and captivated me. I was instantly drawn into the world of the characters, their struggles, and their yearning for a love that defied the odds.

It’s very unique I have to say, but how could his hair be turned into a stuff animal? With these questions I heard him talk to which snapped me from my mind. “I saw you went somewhere after what I said about Love, I’ll explain after you read the book Fated to the Sapphire Alpha by Meg Elly Gerena, you need to understand better than Mishi did.” What he said got me curios and I asked him. “Is that a book I can buy online or is it in an app?”

She thought she’d pick up a light romance to pass the time away with, but found herself diving into a book about haunted houses instead. She’d just finished mentally chastising herself for feeding her superstitions and fears with books of that nature and was hurrying to return it to the shelf when she accidently slammed into a firm, immobile body. At first, she thought it was a mannequin, but she soon realized that there was life in that smooth smile and those sparkling brown dark eyes.

I heard her flipping through pages, and then she exclaimed, “Here! For an accursed werewolf to break the spell of a powerful witch, mere strength won't suffice, and love is all that's required." I wrinkled my brows, confusion evident on my face. “What the f**k does that mean?” Benny scoffed. “Love can break the spell. I wonder why though. It's absurd.” I shook my head. “Completely and absolutely absurd,” I whined, agreeing with her. I placed my right hand on my temples and gently rubbed it in a circular motion, trying to ease the headache I was beginning to feel from having a stressful day. “Is there any other thing that's mentioned in your book?” I said, my voice tinged with frustration.

Authors Note Welcome to my new book, The Sapphire Queen. I hope you all love it as much as I had loved writing it. This book has a special meaning to my heart. Hope you all enjoy and Just a quick note, the first italic lines are memories and dreams. Everything is to make the story mysterious and clues. So read them so you can understand the story. This is a Mystery, Love, Hate, a bit of Erotica and Romance story. Feel free to leave comments and your support. I truly appreciate it Thanks beforehand. Your Queen salutes you, XX.

I reached out and delicately retrieved it from the shelf, cradling it in my hands. A surge of anticipation coursed through my veins as I opened the book, its pages pristine and unmarred. The words within held the promise of hidden truths, a key to unlock the enigma that had consumed my thoughts. I read the title embossed in elegant lettering: "Tears of the Moon: Secrets Untold." My heart raced with excitement as I turned to the first page. The words danced before my eyes, weaving a narrative of forbidden knowledge and clandestine affairs. It spoke of a world beyond the ordinary, a realm where ancient forces converged and hidden battles waged under the pale light of the moon.

She turned back and walked towards Kyle, she looked at him before looking at me, with a glare "No one will ever love you, you will never get a man as good as Kyle. You are pathetic Tara, sorry to say but no one likes a girl who keeps secrets from her boyfriend." Damn, she always gets me, I hate the fact she always gets to my head. She turned back and was about to leave when I stop her, I walked towards her and stood right in front of her, staring into her eyes "For your kind information Maria, you are the pathetic one, not me, if I remember clearly, Kyle didn’t cheat on me, actually, we were playing each other." I said before I looked at Kyle. It hurts me to lie but I have no other choice, I

I replied with a shrug. "Let's just say that I'm curious because I'm bored and also because anybody could be interested in hearing how two lovers met and since I don't have anything else that I'm doing with my time, I just want to listen to a story about how you met him. So, will you tell me or are you going to ask me to mind my business?" I asked. I desperately wanted her to tell me the truth but I'm not expecting her to be completely honest with me because it would make it obvious that their story wasn't exactly normal but I still wanted to hear her say something because I believe that in every lie, there's always an iota of truth.

I bit down on my lip to stay quiet, but a small whimper escaped anyway. My back arched off the mattress and my hand pressed tight against myself as the orgasm rolled through me in waves. My whole body trembled, my muscles clenching and releasing. My breath caught in my throat as I rode it out. I laid still, my chest heaving, staring at the ceiling and hoping Harley didn’t hear a thing. I pulled my hand out slowly and stared at the faint glisten on my fingers in the dim light. “It must be ovulation week.” I whispered, trying to convince myself of the only reason that would make perfect sense to be fantasizing about a stranger.

I sat beside her, and she immediately stretched her legs back out, her feet landing in my lap. "What are you reading?" She held up the book without looking away from the page. "A mystery novel. A detective in Victorian London." I caught sight of the cover. A woman in a low-cut dress leaned against a man in a top hat, their faces inches apart in the fog. The Scarlet Letter Murders. I grabbed the book from her hands. "Hey!" She sat up, reaching for it. I flipped through a few pages. My eyes landed on a passage. His mouth found the hollow of her throat as his fingers worked the laces of her corset…