Pretty Woman Book Novels & Stories

I wondered if she had picked up her son and if they were back in Newark. I stuck my face in the book, and for the next twenty minutes, read about the life of a farm girl who was dirt poor and an orphan, but had one arsenal which made her stand out amongst the other girls in the town. She was drop dead gorgeous. Green eyes, red hair, small petite figure. I'm not a narcissist but it sounded like I was being described. Although I won't call myself drop dead gorgeous, but when I looked in the mirror everyday, I saw a woman who could turn the heads of any man she wanted and-

I shook my head before taking out a notepad and note down the ones she needs to check next. “Check whether these books are there in the library otherwise I will get them from somewhere else.” I said passing the note which she took before standing up and walked away towards the side where the books could be. After some time she returned with just one book and mumbled, “I couldn’t find the others, Sir.” “Finally using words? Why were you silent before?” I asked looking at her but she calmly sat down. “I don’t know what you are talking about, Sir. If there is anything else, please let me know.” She mumbled before noting down from the book she was reading earlier.

“I want to be loved by none other than you…” [****] “Levi Cullen…” muttering underneath her breath, Ojaswi glanced at the picture of a model. A tall figure, wearing high heels. Her body was dressed in a formal dress of black pants and a white shirt. She looked like a businesswoman. Fair skin with heavy eye make-up, she was surely a fine piece of art in the world. She took a deep breath when she compared herself with the person in the magazine. “She is indeed photogenic. No wonder why she is called the best model for photographs,” she thought deep inside.

Someone snaps and I jump, pressing a hand to keep my heart in my chest. I spin around to see a woman glide down the row in heels and push a book into the shelf. She is fully covered in a red dress which molds to her generous curves and she raises a brow when she sees me gawking. “These pages are old and delicate. You should be careful of how you handle them. What’s your name?” I stare at her, a little startled at her bold beauty. There is not much of that in Lyria, this unapologetic sexuality.

THE NAUGHTY LIST BOOK 1 Intro: Noemi Pierce is a strong willed twenty five year old woman who’s not just ambitious but sharp, quick witted and quietly dangerous. She has never believed in fairness, never trusted the comfort of words like luck or free passes. She knows nothing comes without a price, especially not success. Every opportunity has strings. Every favor demands something in return and anyone who pretends otherwise is either lying or protected enough not to notice. Noemi learned early that nothing is given freely. You either earn it, negotiate it, or you’re left behind.

Mark Slater affirmed the existence of the meeting as they sat down. The door slowly slides open. Ahem, gets the attention of the whole room. Laura posed her figure between the rims of the door frames. She was elegantly dressed in a good linen dress that induced an interface of a petition. The petition of comparison between the texture and the color of her light-complexioned body. Her face full of hope and smiling was accompanied by her long dark hair that fell on her shoulders. They served as an aesthetic value. Her white eyes glistened and seemed to hold back a lot of objections upon blinking even without the intention to the beholder of concern. What an idol to the men! Her ruffled dress s

She said, gathering the books lying on the sofa. “It’s okay and I’m sorry for coming unannounced,” I said, helping her gather her books. She must be in college. I realized I didn’t know much about Tara except the story she shared with me. I caught her glancing at me, and then she blushed, looking down. She scoffed. “No wonder she was so into you,” Gianna said. “You’re so handsome in person,” she smiled, shaking her head. “More handsome than the last time I saw you,”

But she needed answers. --- The following morning, when Ethan was out gathering firewood, Lena took the opportunity to nose around the cabin. It was rustic but comfortable, with modern amenities blended in very unobtrusively with the natural surroundings. In the study, she encountered a bookshelf containing novels and travel books. Among them, there was a book that stood out: The Art of Deception. It did not match the other books. She became interested and pulled out the book from the bookshelf. Leafing through the book, she let a piece of crumpled paper fall out, wafting towards the floor.

Who could be the perfect Luna for my pack when I become the alpha. I was about to tell them out loud that Rebecca was my choice. But then, my whole world came to a pause. She was wearing a grape green tulle ball gown. Her red hair was curled perfectly. She wasn't wearing any makeup, unlike Rebecca. Just cherry blush on her cheeks and lips were coated with cherry gloss. She looked like a goddess. I couldn't stop myself and I started following her behind.

They came straight to my office. It was lunchtime, and the lobby was packed. As I walked out, I ran into Peter and Lisa. They were accompanied by reporters. "Look! That's Cindy!" Peter shouted. "She bullied my pregnant wife!" he continued, his voice rising. "You tell me, what kind of young woman behaves so shamelessly? "She drives a luxury car, lives in a fancy house, and wears designer clothes. How did she even afford all that?" He pointed at me, his face twisted in anger.