Not Quite By The Book Novels & Stories

He smiled until his dimple formed. Udin looked back and found Tukijo daydreaming. He threw an English dictionary measuring 5×8 cm with a thickness of 2 inches towards Tukijo. However, Tukijo had strong instincts. He immediately caught the dictionary with his hands. "Caught. Bleeeee," teased Tukijo sticking out his tongue. "I'll keep this dictionary, how does it feel to follow English lessons without a dictionary?" Tukijo's behavior made Udin annoyed. "Return!" Udin was standing on Markonah's table preparing to ambush Tukijo.

It'd been years since anyone talked to me like that. "I'm not upset. If you don't close the deal, just resign." Ellie went still. "Deals depend on both sides. I can't control that." I let out a cold laugh. "Then why are you riding a horse?" "I—" My eyes dragged over her. "You looked pretty good out there. Done this before?" Ellie clearly had no clue what I was getting at. "I rode a few times when I was younger." The way she handled that horse said otherwise. She wasn't new.

No clue! I can’t deny my attraction to Hunter, although I blame it on the now living bond. I’m just glad he didn’t mark me, even though I felt Morpheus’s desire to. I was so confused! The wolf wants me, but the man doesn’t! With a huff, I cleaned my dirty dishes and then headed to the library—my favorite part of the house. Sliding open the double doors, the scent of leather and books filled me. I glanced around, knowing nothing had changed in this room. I grabbed an old favorite, Jane Eyre, and cuddled on the dark leather armchair.

Sex. Nope, I won't go there. I'm not thinking of that. After moments and moments of reading the same paragraph again and again, I gave up and placed the boom back to where it belongs. I wasn't really paying attention to the storyline of the book, I'm just senselessly reading. I don't even know what the book is all about.

Attractively annoying nerd. I move away before I get further irritated by the sight and I walk to the other shelf. I can’t get that image off my mind and my mood is officially ruined as I look through the names of the books. "Oh, there." I stand on my feet and raise my hand in an attempt to grab the book on the upper shelf and as the tip of my finger touches it, a hand closes over mine and grabs the book. "A pretty girl like you shouldn’t have to struggle. "

I immediately looked at Key and Damian, realizing that this time it was the two of them who saved me from danger. "Sorry, I wasn't paying attention. I too feel like this place is a little dirty and doesn't suit me being clean!” I defended myself, obviously, because I didn't feel wrong. "What's your problem? You don't usually act disgusting like this!" Damian also asked, I then looked at him in annoyance. Does not matter. Most importantly, I can attract Key's attention. And sure enough, Key didn't even take his eyes off me. That's right, Ben's recipe book for love really worked. Effective to attract the attention of people we like. But, I also find it strange. Is this true, or is it just me.

A/N Thank you for your continued support. Hope you enjoyed this short, completed and simple love story. Just a feel good romance, where there aren't any villains, only misunderstandings and a lot of loving. A list of books I have written: *A Rancher's Fall (Romance) *A Chance At Love (Romance) *A Alpha's Chance At Love (Werewolf Romance) A reminder that all my books are mature. I accept constructive criticism, bullying in any forms is unacceptable.

So she raised the book and peeped under it. "What?" She squeezed her forehead while trying to make sense of the little thing on her lap. "A condom?" Whoever said 'Never judge a book by its cover' must have been a genius.

Orlando groaned his "I like that fact that he's happy but I don't like this version of him." I chuckled, "It's troublesome." I admitted. Macmillan just shrugged and decided to go back to his book. I wonder why he's being more booky than usual...

Right before the syndicate's power handover, I flew back to New York after a year of studying jewelry design in Europe. But the night before the ceremony, my secret boyfriend of three years—the Rossi family's new second-in-command—sent me a text: [Sorry, Chloe. I lost a card game, and you were my chip. You're his problem now.] Before I could even breathe, I got tagged in the family's encrypted dark-web channel. The top thread was blowing up: [The Mafia Boss Just Won a Fat Pig for a Girlfriend!] Pinned right at the top was an old photo of me from a few years ago. Back when I was 180 pounds. The comment section was ruthless: [If the Boss knew what he actually won, he'd regret making that bet.]