Novel & Cerita Persuasion Book

I warn him but he doesn’t seem to be in the mood to take me seriously. “I don’t know. Maybe you should talk about this book we are reading first, in our book club.” He says very seriously as he smiles devilishly at me, enjoying the fact that I physically can’t move or leave. This man is going to be a menace to the woman he ends up with. “Fine, we are reading twilight and I liked the book. Now, can you please open this door?” I say as I try pushing the handle down but it still won’t budge.

I blushed, shook my head, and cleared my throat. “I mean, I’ve been planning to give you since you solved the assignment. The book is very important, it costs the owner’s life.” “What?” he asked in surprise. He’s too young to know the story of the book. The book isn’t popular because it’s the author’s first book. He was a psychologist and also labelled a psychopath. What he wrote in the book was facts about human nature, how to read people and how to make them respect you at all costs as their boss.

At her feet, there were four books. All written by Jane Austen. Pride and Prejudice. Sense and sensibility. Persuasion. Emma. She had another book open in her hands, and when she looked up at me, flashing me a smile that showed off her perfect pearly white teeth, my heart skipped. She was angelic. For a moment, I didn't move. Couldn't. I didn't speak either – just stood there gawking at the beauty of her. She must have thought I was awkward.

He kept his voice very neutral, like he was just making conversation about the weather. Ariel’s body tensed immediately, like someone had pulled a string attached to her spine. The pasta on her fork suddenly felt like lead in her stomach. Her appetite vanished instantly. “Daniel…” Her voice was warning. “No, hear me out,” Daniel said, leaning forward slightly, his eyes locked on hers. “I’m not trying to start anything. I’m just talking about the book. It was actually really well-written. Not trashy or anything. The author… she was really thoughtful about it. She made a very compelling case for why their relationship could actually work, why it wasn’t as wrong as people automatically assume.”

“Things are changing, whether you accept it or not. Soon, we will be witnessing a civil war, and my proposal is the only thing that could stop it.” There was something persuasive in his tone, that for a second I started to think about the proposal, and what changes I could introduce to turn it on my favour. But then I realised how stupid that thought was, and how I was just serving myself to him on a silver plate. The manipulation was impactful because of how he sounded. There was no force or demand in his voice, only the softness of someone who needed your help.

“You remind me of myself.” “I’m nothing like you.” “No,” he murmured, leaning closer, his breath brushing her ear. “You’re worse. You actually believe you can win.” She turned then, facing him. The storm raged outside, thunder rolling like a heartbeat. “Tell me, Miss Voss,” he said, voice almost a whisper. “What’s your real motive here?” She smiled faintly. “You’ll find out soon enough.” Their eyes locked, and for a moment, the tension between them was a live wire—dangerous, electric.

My eyes widened, and without thinking, I lunged for it, pretty much flopping onto his lap in the process. “Why do you have that kind of book?” he asked after he cleared his throat, causing my cheeks to burn as I righted myself, clutching the book behind me. “Ah, well… I met Sir Joseph earlier. He recommended this,” I answered, and instantly, his expression changed. His brow furrowed, eyes going sharp and cold, like he was ready to storm down the hallway and confront someone. And that’s when it hit me: the title. Of course, he’d misunderstand. It wasn’t exactly the sort of book a man should suggest to a woman, at least not in the way he was imagining.

Books started flying at us, putting the Blotters’ skills to the test. “What the fuck?” she cried. “What?” “I can’t send her to the light!” “Meaning?” “She’s fucking stuck here!” “Fuck!” Good thing Ann wasn’t around to hear our foul mouths. “She isn’t speaking English.” “Where is she?” “In the middle of the room.” I was forced to dodge a hardcover book. Persuasion’s two hundredth anniversary edition? I was gonna kill that bitch. “Please!” I shouted. “Stop!” To everybody’s surprise, mine at the top of the list, the magic word worked.

Somewhere in the city—several stories above, in a steel and glass building—Julian Blackwood lay in his dark, sleek bedroom, staring at the book she had given him. He'd never intended to keep it. When Lena Carter had offered it to him—those gentle words, that thoughtful crease between her eyebrows—he'd intended to refuse. But something in her eyes had taken away his intention. It was neither flirting nor pretense. It was genuine. Silent. Generous. He hated kindness. It broke things open. Julian gazed down at the book. The cover was unadorned, the title in gold print: *A Man Called Ove*. He remembered Lena's words:

I said, “is precisely why he is worth my attention.” Tony took a breath that sounded like a dying goat. “I… I see.” “No,” I said. “You clearly don’t. But that is irrelevant. What matters is this.” I straightened my coat, smoothed my hair back, and let a slow smile stretch across my face. “Get me books.” “Books… on what, exactly?” he asked warily. “Books on how to woo humans,” I said. Tony froze. Absolutely froze. “As in… dating advice books?”