Precious Hearts Romances Book Novels & Stories

I wandered aimlessly between the rows of shelves, the soft shuffle of my shoes the only sound I could hear. The quiet was nice. It gave me space to breathe, to think. Eventually, I found myself in front of the romance section. The spines of the books were a rainbow of colors, each one promising a different kind of love story. My fingers skimmed across the titles until they stopped on a green book with a particularly beautiful cover. I pulled the book from the shelf, feeling the weight of it in my hands. The cover was soft beneath my fingertips, almost velvety. It was stunning, the kind of book you’d want to display on a shelf just to admire. The title, "BE MINE," was written in elegant gold

After Matthew hung up on me, I called him again. Seventeen times, he refused to answer. Left with no other choice, I sent him a message about the divorce. It did not take long before he called back. Before I could get a word in, he launched into a furious tirade. "Do you even have a heart, Cat? Megs fell into the river! She’s still so young, she was scared, and now you’re talking about divorce and lying about being pregnant?

in Goodnovel. My other available books: History of sexy romance, temptations , jealousy . Libro 1 ''Cuando dejas tu corazon atras" en Buenovela. Book 1 " When you leave your heart behind" in Goodnovel. Libro 2 "Mi corazon te pertenece" en Buenovela Book 2 “ My heart is yours” available in September in Goodnovel. Thank you Proudly Latina Bilingual Author Lara Soultaker

Even a muscle doesn't flinch on Zeno's beautiful face as he gazes at me. Never in my life have I thought I would hold someone so precious, so darn perfect, in my arms. And even more, I never let myself assume I deserved love, let alone dream of finding it. Yet, I have it; I have it all, thanks to one person. I might walk slower than usual, but it has nothing to do with the pain in my chest. This time, I allow myself to enjoy the moment of carrying him upstairs and into our bedroom.

~Love is patient; Love is kind. For two hearts lost in the world of danger and deceit, Love is A Game With No Rules.~ Hello, thank you for reaching this far on the story ;) I’d like to introduce my books before AGWNR if it’s your first time stumbling upon my work. 1|Devin ~ CEO/Billionaire Romance 2|Don’s Fiancée ~ Mafia Romance 3|Promise Me Jake ~ Teen Romance [A sad love story.] 4|Evan ~ CEO/Billionaire Romance [Devin’s spin-off, but it can be read as standalone]

I watch intently with my brows raised as he removes a sizable oil painting from its place on the wall, unveiling a hidden safe that had been seamlessly integrated into the structure. I pivot on my heel and survey the colossal collection of books that had escaped my memory until now. The tips of my fingers delicately graze the uppermost edges of the book spines as my eyes glide over the titles. My fingers hover over one book in particular. It's a book that is very improper in Alessandros’ collection. This book is a historical romance novel written by Sylvia Day. One of Roses’ all-time favourite authors. Curiosity gets the better of me and I start to slide the book out, “come here, tesoro.” I

Here is a sneak peek of what to expect in BOOK TWO, HERAT OF THE HEARTLESS. Eros and Cassandra battled with mistrust from their past, an unexpected new enemy arose, and new complications threatened to push them apart. Will they find their way back to love and fight this enemy or will the forces of these complications push them apart? Find out in Book 2 of the Heartless series.

And I froze. Sweetheart. That’s what it said under the caller ID. Not a client. Not a number. A name saved like it meant something soft. I stared at it a second too long, then locked the phone like it burned me. Maybe a relative, I told myself. Sister, cousin, something harmless. But the phone lit up again almost immediately. A message preview flashed across the screen. > Hey babe. Today’s sex was wonderful. Can’t wait to have you in my bed tonight.

She brought books, not toys—classics, first editions, the kind of gifts that made Mira want to cry. "Every child needs stories," Priya said, kissing Mira's cheek. "These were mine, when I was young. Now they're hers." Mira hugged her. "Thank you." Dante came. Mira hadn't invited him—hadn't even thought about him, if she was honest. But there he was, standing in the doorway, a wrapped gift in his hands, his whiskey-colored eyes uncertain. "Simone sent me the address," he said. "I know I'm not—I know I don't have the right—"

he read aloud in a teasing tone. "Stop! Don’t read it!" My cheeks burned. He chuckled, his eyes glinting with mischief. "So, who exactly makes your chest hurt, little miss?" I froze. My lips parted, but no words came out. My heart was pounding in my ears. "None of your business!" I finally snapped, lunging for the diary again. But this time, he caught my wrist instead. My breath was caught and my eyes were locked with his. His smirk softened and he whispered, "Tell me, Reina… was it me?"