Poetry Books For Lovers Novels & Stories

she said. I refused her coldly. "You don't need to worry about me, Ms. Black." There was a few seconds of silence on the other end. Clara sounded slightly annoyed, yet she still spoke patiently. "Sebastian, can't you try to understand me? I've just found my true love. "Besides, instead of starting a small company, why don't you stay at Black Group? The southern district acquisition you were handling before—" I hung up immediately. As expected, she only remembered my usefulness when she needed me.

He pulled out a small, leather-bound notebook, worn with age. He handed it to her without a word. She opened it. The pages were filled with handwriting, his, she realized. Neat, precise, but with a fluidity that spoke of passion held in check. Poems. Dozens of them. About light on water. About the curve of a woman’s neck. About the sound of rain on a tin roof. About grief that felt like drowning. About love that felt like coming up for air. She looked up at him, her throat tight. “You never stopped.”

he asked, taking another sip of his coffee. "A book," was her dry reply, without even looking up. Nic gritted his teeth. "I'm aware of that. What's the title?" he asked, with less patience than before. "How to kill someone you don't like in two days." Nic had to laugh on the inside. She really was a funny piece of work. She still had yet to learn her manners, but she would. He would be damn sure of that. He walked over to her and snatched the book from her hands. Before she could protest, he read the title to himself. '100 Greatest Love Poems of All Time'. He handed the book back to her and walked to the bar area and sipped some more of his coffee.

He asked. "Yeah, sure." I hand them to him and he glances at each one of them, it allowed me to look at his face and I noticed he had long lashes and a straight nose, he is so handsome. "These are a good book, the author is a great philosopher." He told me and I smile like a dummy, this is one thing you do when you start falling in love. "You did good in the riddles, I was impressed by how many you answered correctly." His eyes danced with a smile as he stares at me.

So the boys tidy up the dining table while Almira and I are talking over about my works. "Kofi, I read your Lovers in Cirrus. It was amazing! I'm a fan, and I didn't know that you are the writer of it." She happily reaches my hands. "What's is your next work?" She curiously asks. "Oh, I recently finished my manuscript. The title is Lovers On Ice." "Wow! The title seems intriguing. When will it be released?" She removes her hands and stands up, then reaches for the banana in the fruit basket in the center of the table. She peels it and takes a bite while looking at the brothers doing the dishes right now.

separated her from the lover. "I have another one titled How do I love thee. Elizabeth Barret Browning. How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of being and ideal grace. I love thee to the level of every day’s Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.

Curiosity was eating at her. With an effort, she made herself focus on the other titles. He had books on negotiating, battle tactics, history, agriculture…boring. Didn’t the man read any fiction? There was a book on stained glass that looked mildly interesting, but she kept scanning the shelves, hoping for something more enticing. Her search was rewarded. There, right in the middle of his shelves at eye level, was an entire shelf of books devoted to lovemaking. Wiley’s eyes boggled as she read the titles: An Illustrated Guide to the Sensual Arts. A Woman’s Climax. Emotional Need and the Sensual Virgin. There were dozens of titles.

There, she has a one-night stand with a guy who, surprise, happens to be the son of her dad's new fiancée. As Elissa navigates this unexpected romance, she grapples with family secrets and her own feelings. Will she be able to handle the complications that come with this forbidden love, or will everything fall apart? Join Elissa on a journey of love, surprises, and family drama as she discovers the twists life has in store.

I explained firmly. “All of your books are a perfect love story. The couples always end up together no matter what they face. They always survive the trials they face and it shows that love conquers all.” “And what’s the question?” “Where is the happy ending for Aliana and Winston?” “It’s up to your imagination. I am no longer answering questions regarding my first book. It’s been six years since that book was published. It’s the first book I have written and I don’t want to ruin the way the picture has been painted and create an alternate story to it just to satisfy the fans.”

I scanned the shelves, my eyes tracing the titles and covers in search of the perfect book to momentarily distract me from the reality of my mother's illness. A vibrant book cover caught my attention, a beautiful couple locked in a passionate embrace against a backdrop of rolling hills and a setting sun. "Love's Everlasting Promise" was emblazoned across the top in elegant script. I knew, in that moment, that this was the book that would temporarily fill the void in my heart.