Pretty Woman Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I ended up cooking for him every day just to convince him. He complained the entire time, but still took it because of me. “Good day, ma.” The voice pulled me out of my thoughts. I turned and saw a young, pretty lady. She looked like one of those media presenters. “Good day,” I replied. “I must say, you look beautiful. I love your books.” “Thank you,” I said with a polite smile. “You’re very lucky,” she continued without pause. “I mean, look around. Half of the single women here wish they had a man like yours.”

I rubbed my sore neck before raising my head to look around me. To my surprise, Ms. Vale was still at work. The blue light cast by her computer monitor illuminated her face, making her look a little pale. I couldn't help but study Ms. Vale's face again. She really was a looker. She had a pretty tall nose with long eyelashes and big, beautiful eyes. Her face looked quite delicate too. Why didn't I realize how pretty she was in the past? Did I seriously order such a beautiful woman around and make her slave her days away?

I wasn't sure whose I wanted more. "Excellent choice. Those guys are legendary." She was trying to make small talk but talking wasn't my thing. Sorry. "Here, one of Walt's best art work." She handed me a book. "Song of myself." I read the title out loud while checking out the book. "Or do you prefer Leaves of grass? That one is quite nice but I prefer this one." She said. The lady was a strawberry blonde with brown eyes. She had a round baby like face and slim lips. She was pretty and looked within her early twenties.

at me. With another tired yawn, I settle my bag on the desk and glance towards the door when a petite, middle-aged woman walks in with a small pile of books in hand. She draws everyone’s attention with her soft features and alluringly bright smile, her pearly white teeth gleaming through glossed lips. Her hair is braided into a french twist, with loose tendrils caressing her small face. She stands about 5’5ft tall with a straight spine and twinkling light green eyes.

He had been so hard on himself that he pushed everyone away but now, seeing the two of them together gave her hope; Najmah was slowly bringing back her son to life. {••} Najmah had showered and changed into a red fit and flare dress, wrapped a veil in a turban style before strolling towards the library. Pushing the door open, she went in, walking towards the books and picked the first book that caught her eye; “The Devil Wears Prada” by Lauren Weisberger. She sank into the beanbag chair, getting completely immersed in the story. When she was done reading, she returned the book back where she took it then proceeded to look for another book to read.

As I entered the empty ladies' room, I realized there was no rush for me to return to the table where my fruends are seated. Taking advantage of the moment, I decided to touch up my makeup. Glancing at my reflection in the mirror, I saw my round face looking back at me. Throughout my life, people had always described me as "cute" because of my full cheeks, Barbie-like eyes, small nose, and pouty lips, all complementing my petite 5ft 4inches frame.

Suddenly, my eye caught the cover of mum's book. "What book are you reading?" "Oh this little thing. It's called 'The Alpha's Pup Mate' by Paula White. I love her books. Your dad thinks her fiction is a little delusional but he has terrible choice when it comes to books anyway." I giggled. "You know something? The female lead kind of reminds me of you a whole lot." "Really?" "Yeah." "Well...does it end happily?" "Hmmm... I wouldn't know. I'll just have to keep reading to the end to find out, won't I?"

So Proserpina moves on to the next row, then the next one, and the next one, on and on until she was literally kneeling like a child on the floor when she finally comes across a book third to the last on the bottom row in between a skinny book and leather bound one; the book was silver-gray, small and light in her hands and the cover seemed to have some sort of glossy material in it as it twinkled when she turned it here and there… ‘Kind of a child’s storybook,’ she noted. The book was almost as big as her palm and seemed to have pages as what one would expect from a novelette. She carefully opens it up to the first page–not wanting to have a repeat of another destroyed book because a destro

she retorted me prompting to look at her while keeping my gaze on the document laid out before me In the organization, I always avoided interacting with her since it was unnecessary most of the time. “I have something for you also,” she further said pulling a Gift box wrapped with paper. There was a huge, pink ribbon that surrounded the whole packaging and enraged me due to its tackiness. I thought for a while then I took the box from her hands. “You’re welcome,” She replied, I took it with a bit of suspicion and opened it with much anticipation for the worst. Turning it around I saw a pile of books. The titles made my stomach churn: “How can a woman become a better wife?”, “cooking tips for

Ruby sighed to keep her laughter at bay. Pride and Prejudice is certainly a good book. Ruby also enjoyed it, but it’s a romance novel. This was the first time Ruby had met a man—especially one like Ed—who willingly admitted to liking that book. “Precisely because it’s so different. I enjoy it. It’s simple. There is no need to burden my mind. Light and warm. It reminds me that sometimes people only need simple things to be happy. It's akin to a fragment of a captivating vision that you can perpetually cherish.