Pocket Book English Love Story Novels & Stories

I wаѕ, but not fоr thе rеаѕоn they thоught. THE END Thank you for joining me on this intense journey through Lost in Lust.️ If you enjoyed this story, I invite you to explore my other novel, “Wild Pleasure”️ A very sexual erotic novel. Nuzel.

she says, excited. “What do you have me reading,” I say, stunned. I mean after the times I’ve had with both Parker and Rafe nothing should shock me. But she’s 14! They actually put this stuff in books?? At 14 I was nowhere close to having extremely intimate thoughts about males! “I told you! It's called, “Love Under The Moon.” I’ve read it like four times, soo soo good,” she swoons. I gape at her, not sure what to think.

I flinched when she did that, but once I read what was on her phone, I understood. Her phone displayed a headline, which read, "Big Shot Billionaire's Bottom-of-the-Barrel Bride: From Receptionist to Mrs. Moneybags," with a picture of him and me kissing in front of the hospital. I fumed in anger as I grabbed the phone from her grasp and reread that headline countless times. What the hell? I looked at her and looked back at the phone. "What the hell is this?" I spat angrily. Nikki looked at me amusingly, "I've been waiting for you to explain, so please do. You have the floor, literally."

Without a doubt, I must say that grandma always liked flowers especially roses, grandpa always tells me the beautiful stories of when he courted her and that never in his thick hands marked by the day-to-day work, a bouquet of precious red roses as red as the blood itself was missing. Whenever she narrates the story of her love, she tells me about those moments and emphasizes that each rose was her chosen promise, a rose for each day of their past union, the eternal promise for the love of her life and since then the courtyard of the house has become a beautiful rose bush with an aroma as sweet as honey. I admired them until I did it and I was so comfortable with that memory until my thought

desu. Sugu ni watashi no ai ni kotaete kurenakute mo, itsuka anata ga watashi o aishite iru to mitomeru hi ga kuru to shinjite imasu. Naze nara, anata wa kono puropozu o mayoi mo naku ukeirete kureta kara desu. Lixue, watashi wa anata o issho, soshite shi ga futari o wakatsu made aishimasu." (My name is Shuji Liao. To be honest, I never expected that I would fall in love with someone as strong-willed as you. I don't know when it started, but I genuinely and naturally fell in love with you. As you said before, I shouldn't force my love on you because you don't want to be loved against your will. Yet when I first met you, I still had doubts about who you really were. I love you for who and wh

Dear Reader, Thank you so much for doing this journey with us. Simon, Paige and myself are grateful for your love, votes, comments, referrals and kind wishes Sadly, we've come to the end of this beautiful love story. You all would agree with me that Paige is one hell of a lucky lady a d Simon is so blessed to have her. If you enjoyed their love story, then you would love my second book, "YOU ARE MINE FOR KEEPS." The next few pages are free chapters from the new book.

Anything else. That’s when I remember the library book I should’ve returned weeks ago. The librarian’s probably going to bite my head off—but honestly? I don’t care. I’ve read that book so many times, I could quote it in my sleep. The romance between the Prince of England and the American president’s son… what started as hate turned into something powerful, something unstoppable. A love so intense, not even the gods could break them apart. I dream of a love like that. But in my messy little life, it feels impossible.

I looked at Zuriel, and quickly wrapped my arms around him, placing my head over his chest. He smiled and caressed my hair. I glanced at the set of books. They're a collection of Indian ancient and historical love stories from history and mythology. Not only that, there was a set of coffee mugs of different colors. "How do you know that I love Indian history, especially love stories in them?" I asked him, pulling away. That's a secret, "he winked at me."

He made a low, approving sound in his throat. “Such a good girl,” he murmured. “So wet for me already.” Then his fingers slipped beneath the lace. He didn’t rush. He stroked along her folds, slow and teasing, gathering her slickness on his fingertips before circling her clit with the lightest pressure. Once. Twice. Then firmer. Steady. Relentless. Bria’s voice cracked. The words blurred on the page. “…Catherine and Heathcliff are bound by something darker than love, something that—”

Shira went to him immediately. “Are you okay? Do you want me to add a pillow?” “I'm fine, I'm fine” He said hastily, waving a swollen hand. “Just tell me a story.” “Any story?” “Yup” “Okay… Well, there once was a little girl who- no not little, a big girl, a lady. Yes. This lady lived in a village. She had always dreamt of finding love and marrying a prince- No a Knight. A handsome knight. One day she came across a Knight named Sir Richardson and fell in love but there was a problem, Sir Richardson didn't love her back.” Shira paused for a bit.