Rama Book Novels & Stories

“You are already here; do you want me to prepare something for you to eat? Or have you eaten yet?” that was Miriam's consecutive question to Ryan who had just arrived even though it was already morning. At that time, she saw the emotion was cold in his eyes. The man just glanced at her and then lowered the bag he was carrying on the table in their room. "Ah, Ryan, there's ---," "Sonofabitch, Miriam! Can't you realize that I don't want to talk to you? Your face is making me feel sick! So please try to leave me alone!” his rage at her shocked her so much.

Shayari heard Rashmi's voice who is smirking at her Rashmi has come 2 days ago and will go after Shayari's wedding only her family members will come on the wedding day itself. (Rashmi is Shayari's college friend if you all have forgotten about her. She came in chapter 4) " What do you want Rashmi? "Shayari asked looking a bit pissed on her friend who is continuously taunting her " I want to know are you sure you want to marry this Aarif? I mean yeah he is fine but That Sheerazi guy is sooooooo hottttttttt. I mean just look at him. Dominance is oozing out of his personality. Yes his brother looks exactly like him but man his personality is totally different his aloof nature gives him a bad bo

She hadn’t had a proper tour of the huge Lunar Pack mansion, yet – so, she doesn’t have a tiny clue where it was. Tamara toured around – shelf by shelf. She was looking at possible books that she could read while waiting. She ardently wanted to spend her precious next few minutes reading. She was about to move to the next shelf when a black with intricate golden linings book caught her attention. ~ The Royal Blood ~ Those words were embossed in gold – making Tamara’s brow creased due to her growing curiosity. There was something inside her that was asking her to grab the book and read it – and she did.

The question sounded like a whisper on this quiet night. "I wish I could kill you." It was the strongest curse book ever and no one should touch it carelessly. Liam was utterly betrayed when he found out that it was Anna who had stolen the book and given it to his human lover. Liam trusted Anna and let her get permission to enter a restricted area within the palace, because of the many people he believed could betray him, Anna was never on the list. However, reality said otherwise and Liam didn't know what to feel about this woman anymore.

Vivian chimes in smoothly, his tongue slick with lies. "Raylan, your eyes have known Amara intimately for winters—his pack character speaks for itself. He is just a simple, good-hearted boy at his core. Rapha deliberately orchestrated this total chaos today with his expensive clothes just to make us look bad. Don’t allow his dirty manipulation to win the territory."

she said to Mara, with the authority of someone for whom Saturday at ten meant Saturday at ten. "I took a detour," Mara said. Rosa looked at her — the quick, complete read, the assessment. "Good detour?" Rosa asked. Mara thought about the building. The windows. The smaller-than-expected feeling. The gratitude without a large enough word. The bookstore she hadn't known existed. The cartography book in Caleb's hands. "Yes," she said. "Good detour." Rosa nodded once, satisfied, and handed her four tamales. The system.

"You've read my book!" Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought that Ramon read any of my books. I just thought that he stumbled on one of my books online, saw my name on it and did me this big favor as a way to show he's sorry for what he did. But it NEVER crossed my mind that he had actually sat and taken his time to read the entire book.

He suggested, "Let's go find a good book with a budget of ten dollars. Then, later on, we can read the book to each other." "Ha? Ten dollars? I can get you a good drawing book," Anna teased. Ryan laughed. He proposed, "That's what makes it fun! Let's go!" It took an hour for Anna to find something she would probably read that was within the budget. Based on the book's summary, it was a romance novel. Ryan and Anna met at the counter. It seemed to Anna that he had also bought a love story. She didn't see the title, but she noticed the cover. Inwardly, Anna chuckled. She couldn't imagine Ryan reading her a romance book!

She pressed her ear to the hidden panel as Marcella’s voice slithered through the crack: “Lock this wing. Replace the books with crystal sculptures. And burn that Shakespeare volume—it reeks of failure.” This was were Amara always crept in after midnight, flashlight beam trembling. The shelves were already half-empty, gaps like missing teeth. Mama’s desk was stripped bare except for the wedged Peter Rabbit. The floor was scattered with torn pages—her translations of Machiavelli, her notes on The Inferno. She gathered the fragments, stuffing them into her cotton dress. Kneeling in the dust, she pressed her scarred wrist to the oak desk, leaving her own mark in the wood grain.

is this the feeling that you needed? I never feel this before with Ralph. "I'm going to make you feel so good, baby girl. I can fuck you better than your boyfriend." Genesis whispers to your neck, then sucked your sensitive skin.I you bit my lip as you tilted your head to the side to give him access to your neck. you wanted to moan but you were still afraid and agitated of people hearing you. And I'm scared that Ralph will find me here. his hands wandered around your body then rests on the dress that is still hanging on your waist, he swiftly removes the fabric from you—leaving you on your red laced panties.