Romans & histoires Nailing It Book

The full detail of what happens is in Harry and Brooke's book! ^ I really hope that makes sense aha.

he asked, taking another sip of his coffee. "A book," was her dry reply, without even looking up. Nic gritted his teeth. "I'm aware of that. What's the title?" he asked, with less patience than before. "How to kill someone you don't like in two days." Nic had to laugh on the inside. She really was a funny piece of work. She still had yet to learn her manners, but she would. He would be damn sure of that. He walked over to her and snatched the book from her hands. Before she could protest, he read the title to himself. '100 Greatest Love Poems of All Time'. He handed the book back to her and walked to the bar area and sipped some more of his coffee.

Don't just skip this book again; add to library. Enjoy! Your loving author; Natasha Gwen

He nodded once, gravely. And so the quiet days began — odd, gentle days that Krishna never experienced in her previous life. Mornings heavy with dew and sparrow-song. Afternoons spent on the riverside, studying incantations from old grimoires Ignatius dug out of his secret stash. Evenings where fire popped between them and silence draped like silk — not taut, not awkward, but serene. She trained each day. She healed each day. One morning, while she stood along a serene pond, the surface glassy in the light of the rising sun, Ignatius came toward her with two wooden staves in his hand.

“Plus, this. Gotta walk the talk.” The book title was: How to Be an Effective Secret Lover. Serena laughed her heart out. She was so amused her eyes watered. “Seriously, you need a guide for that?” “I like to be thorough,” Nathaniel seriously said. “This… is uncharted territory.”

she said and lay back onto her bed. I sat on the other side, my feet hanging off the side of the king size bed. I glanced at Sienna and I saw that her top had ridden up slightly, so I was now seeing her toned and very flat stomach. Fuck me. "I take it you haven't read this book," I said as I held the book up in my hand. She chuckled. "It is called How To Not Be A Bitch. Rocco gave it to me. I personally think he needs it more than I do," she said.

I met her gaze and casually said, “I needed a break.” “From . . . reading your files?” she drawled. I nodded. “And you chose to read that?” I turned the book to read its title—ten ways to know you’re doing it right. Of course, I had to pick this. ‘Ten ways to know you’re a narcissist’ would’ve suited this piece of shit better. No one would’ve expected me to pick up that. I shrugged, crossing a leg over the other and flipped through the pages. “Being perfect takes a lot of effort.”

Then, “You’re beating yourself bloody over this. It’s one drive. We’ve lost worse. We’ll get it back.” “Will we?” I looked at him hard. “Because right now it feels like everything’s slipping. The nuclear piece. The contacts. The girl. And now Nina’s standing there dropping pharmacology lessons like she’s teaching a class. She knows too much. Sees too much.” “She’s smart,” Nikolai said simple. “That’s not new.” “She’s dangerous,” I corrected. “Smart in a house like this turns into dangerous real fast.”

Competence, she learned, was its own narcotic. When the espresso cooled and the study lamps took over the sun’s job, the lesson shifted to people. Lenny dragged a leather-bound book from the drawer and opened it like a priest revealing relics. Names and notes, not just debts: a bastard child’s birthday, a father’s surgery, a wife’s second attempt at sobriety. Tiny biographies of leverage and loyalty. Margins wore small griefs in pencil; some lines had been pressed hard enough to cut the paper.

I said, and Rick nodded as he walked to the center of the room and dropped into a chair. My fingers glide along the books as I read their titles. I pull one out, glance at the first few pages, and then slip it back into its place before continuing. “Hmmm,” I hummed as I squatted to see the books at the bottom. My fingers glide along the books, and my heart stops when I read one of the titles, “How to Reject a Mate and the Consequences that Follow.” Slowly, I pulled the book from its slot and flipped through a few pages.