Persuasion Book Novels & Stories

he promised her. Penny started panting in anticipation. How was it that this man made her feel so bloody lusty that even though she wanted to get out of his grip, she wasn’t trying. “You can try all your seduction—” she closed her eyes as he brought his finger near her crotch and words eluded her. Her breath hitched. She thought she was forming words, but she found herself moaning. --- Please give your reviews and comments, if you like the book!

my tone is soft and sweet and the fucker turns to putty. "That's more like it " He says as he rests back in the chair. I walk around the chair dragging my fingers across his shoulders and neck and I bend down infront of him giving him a view of my ass. I look at him and the desire in his eyes are evident. I stand back up and straddle him pushing my breasts into his face. He starts kissing my breasts and i slip the knife out from my boots while he is distracted. I lean towards his ear and whisper " I heard you were a very bad man and bad men gets punished"

"Okay, see you later." Love was tricky. It made you wonder why a lot of things were possible. It makes you feel like a scam. All these thoughts are coming from me reading one of the books Nia had brought; Pride and Prejudice. I had never been in love and secretly, I wondered what it would feel like. I heard footsteps coming closer, I placed the book behind me, hoping I wouldn't be asked to take my hands off my back. "Get your stuff, I have been ordered by the Alpha himself to get you out of here and to your chamber."

She was pliable curves and delicate contours, slim shouldered, nip waisted and round hipped in a way that Andrew, as a man, deemed exceptionally cuddlable. Which was precisely what he wanted to do. “I’ll wait for you in the living room.” Only Andrew had a strategy in mind for that. Taking a seat in her chair, he picked up the book she’d been reading and grinned. He recognized the title, knew that the publisher had originally refused to print it as too bawdy, until the author, Winifred Watson, had promised another of the novels they did desire if they agreed. They’d horribly underestimated the reading public who’d adored the story's sly naughtiness.

Another says it "captures the quiet tragedy of losing yourself and the hard-won triumph of choosing yourself again." "Listen to this one," Harper says over the phone, reading from her laptop. "This book will save marriages and end others, and both outcomes are victories." I press my hand to my mouth because that's exactly what I hoped for, that complicated truth that sometimes love means staying and sometimes it means leaving. The book starts climbing bestseller lists within the first week, and my phone doesn't stop ringing with interview requests and podcast invitations and book club inquiries. Sarah helps me sort through them, accepting the ones that align with the book's message and decli

That charm was not because of his looks or actions but from something abstract. In other words, he wasn't a man with merely good looks and a great figure but a simpleton at heart. He knew how to think and embrace other opinions while having a mind of his own. His understanding of this world wasn't limited to just black or white definitions. Such charm went beyond appearances. Rosalie picked up a book titled "Brook's Street". "Let me buy a copy of it to read it for myself." Justin asked half-jokingly, "What if you hate it? Will you blame me for recommending it to you?"

"I suppose no place in London is truly safe, which is why no woman should walk the streets alone, especially in the evening." Her gaze grew distant for a moment. "It is a mistake I will not make again." Then she looked down at her book. "Next question, my lord." Well, he'd tried. Perhaps a more circuitous route was required to win her trust. "What book are you reading?" He nodded at the tome she'd set aside. "Adam Smith's Wealth of Nations." "Truly?" He blinked at her. Most men he knew couldn't finish that book, and he'd never given much thought to whether a woman would read it. Not that he didn't think a woman could manage it, just that it was so bloody boring

Sherman smiled, nodded, and told Kingsley to drive carefully. In fact, Sherman was very lively and beautiful... After Sherman hanging up the phone, Grace said, "I read some beautiful words from a book. No woman can win a man's respect only by her beauty. No woman can win a man's admiration without adornment. No woman can be young and beautiful forever. A smart woman always knows how to take care of herself and improve herself. There is no natural beauty in a woman, but only efforts work on her. To possess beauty is not to please others. It is to respect yourself, because you are more important than you think..."

Edited by William Gifford. Published by T. Egerton. Still, in doubt, I flip over to the next page. Chapter one. 'It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife'. I can't see past those words as tears cloud my vision and impale my sight. There are more by my blurry vision stops me from seeing them. This is my favorite book. My very favorite. I can't believe I'm touching it right now.

Sophia asked, changing the topic the moment she got the chance to. Alex nodded, and he brushed a path along her chin. Her attempt at diverting the topic fell into a drain when he asked in a low voice, “What book were you reading while waiting for me?” His eyes flicked to the paperback placed on the table as she scoffed, “I wasn’t waiting for you.” He leaned over to glance at the cover and read out loud with a smile curving his lips, “Persuasion.” Sophia huffed softly, suddenly very interested in the handle of her mug.