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I should lay her down on that bed and worship her body until she believes, truly believes that she is the only woman I want. But I can't. I stand frozen in the doorway, my feet rooted to the stone floor, my hands hanging uselessly at my sides. Every instinct screams at me to move, to act, to be the husband she deserves. But something deeper holds me back. Something broken. Something that looks at June and sees a stranger. "Kai." Her voice softens. Not with forgiveness, with resignation. "Please. I just need you to try." I take a step forward. Then another.

I smiled broadly and extracted it from the shelf with both hands. The more I stared at the caption of the book, the more I thought of A. J. Baby. “The Art of Seduction by Robert Greene”, I whispered as I handed the book to the shop keeper absent-mindedly. “I’ll give you Four Thousand Naira for the 2009 Guinness Book of World Records, One Thousand Seven Hundred Naira for the novel and Two Thousand Naira for The Art of Seduction. We haggled for a while, and I turned to leave the shop and the shop keeper, so he could keep his books to himself. I stepped out of the book shop and walked two steps from the entrance, when he rushed towards me pleading.

she put her head in one side, considering her words “—well, they attract us. It’s no earthly good disputing the evidence.” Seeing the perturbation in Emma’s face, Margaret sought to reassure her. “That doesn’t mean that the end result is not just the same as if they were more conservative. It’s just that, we’ll, it very likely takes longer for such men to accept the...the desirability of marriage.” Her eyes flicked to Sophia who, head bent and eyes intent on her fingers, was plaiting more daisies. “Time will, I suspect, eventually bring them around. The danger is in the waiting.”

and Sarah started to laugh. “This is not a book for a man, and no way for a king. You should read “The Art of War” from Sun Tzu, not “Pride and Prejudice”. Jane Austen would turn in the grave if she knew that you are one of her readers.” and she giggles without realizing. Hearing her , Patrick’s heart skipped a beat. “Love is not just for women. It’s for men too. Even for those prideful ,arrogant and self-righteous men.”

My eyes were fixed on her. trying to read her mind. But all I could see was flimsy confusion glinting in her eyes. I know how to get people in this situation to do my will. the confidence comes with years of negotiating with diverse people. And they always give in to what I want. but, for some weird reason, I have an unsettling feeling it wouldn't be easy to get her to do what I want. not even as her boss. "Miss Brooke, before you give me an answer, know that this isn't a favor you're doing for me, NO. This is a business that would benefit you." the confusion on her face turned to irritation.

She crossed her arms, unblinking, unmoved. I had to act. Control. Charm. Manipulation. Focus. “Sir,” I said, redirecting my attention to Mr. Quinn, lowering my voice just enough to seem intimate, persuasive. “You’ll be making the safest choice here. Trust me. I’ve already handled similar situations, and nothing will go wrong.” His hand hovered over the pen, hesitation etched deep across his face. I felt my pulse spike. The victory was almost within reach but Mrs. Quinn’s presence was a storm threatening to undo everything.

Author’s Concession!!!!! Beautiful readers deciding to give my book a chance, I’m here to warn you that factors involved in this books are surely triggering. Some characters re surely not going to be designed to your taste, but I assure that to change once they go through a development. That afore-stated point referenced the book’s Male Lead. You’re going to hate him, you’re going to want to punch him. However, I implore you greatly not to dump the book because of him, be patient and watch him beg me and you for forgiveness, watch him grovel down for our acceptance.

Grabbing the book I look at Delia " I don't care if this book possessed your sister or if it hurt and killed people, do you understand that " " what are you saying milady" Looking at the book I nod my head then my gaze moves back to meet a confused-looking Sebastian " I have made up my mind, this book will accept and worship me, I have come so far for this stupid book, it's the only way for me to be strong and not opening it will determine my death so what do you think I should do! Just sit back and enjoy the show while death comes to take me?" Growling I purred "I am going to try and open it one more time and trust me, it better open because it belongs to me!! I will possess it, not the oth

Is the annoying and whimsical president who had currently entered her black list to remain there for the remainders of her days on this earth. The truth is that Iori followed that annoying old man's nagging advice that came in the form of several emails, text messages, and enjoyed packages through her editor. She took a copy of one of Jun's books that the president had sent her and she read it. And to her utter surprise and annoyance, the book was a real page-turner... His book was fun, engaging and his words flowed life the smoothest melody over paper transfixing her and diving with her into a magical word weaved skillfully and beautifully. In other words, his book was a work of beauty and

Erik realized just then that he had barely tipped the iceberg when it came to the wonderful and interesting qualities this woman possessed. "Who is your favorite writer?" Pearl asked Phoebe. "Austen, for sure." She said. Pearl smiled. "Yes. She was an phenomenal writer. Pride and Prejudice is one of my favorites." Pearl said. "Oh yes. Mr. Darcy. The man that ruined all men for every woman, for hundreds of years later, even. That's why I love literature so much. One thing, one person created in a woman's mind has the ability to affect the lives of so many for centuries later, just because of how she was able to write about it." Phoebe said. Auggie looked at her adoringly and kissed her hand.