Romance Mystery Book Novels & Stories

Arielle rolled her eyes but smiled faintly. “Suit yourself.” She wandered into a bookstore nearby. The cool smell of paper and wood filled the small space. For the first time all day, she felt relaxed. No tense silences. No careful conversations. Just quiet. After twenty minutes she returned outside with a book in her hands. Roman glanced at the cover. “Romance?” “Absolutely not.” “Looks suspicious.” “It’s historical fiction.” “Same thing.” Arielle laughed despite herself. “You’re impossible.” Roman opened the car door again.

She caressed the words with her fingertips as she read them aloud. Protect her at the cost of your life Elle est la solution She sighed in confusion and she was exhausted to solve the mystery behind these words. She slept that night clutching the memoir and letter to her chest. A little girl was unaware of the sacrifices that words hold.

She was already suspecting where the boss's eyes were set. When she left the institute she had mentioned at that moment to young Romero, she was pleasantly surprised when he was waiting for her at the door of her work, with a tempting book in his hand, called, "The Mask of America", a wonderful copy just right for a history teacher. She couldn't say no to his invitation to have a coffee, but before going, she made a crazy condition, which consisted in going downtown by public transportation, because if not, she wouldn't accept the outing; he agreed to that little adventure. It was very funny for her to see the elegant gentleman with the clumsiness of not knowing how to get on a bus, nor know

He planted a soft kiss on my knuckles, bringing a smile to my face. “Sure, Mr vampire.” We relished the delicious meal, talked and exchanged loving glances. The atmosphere filled with an air of contentment and happiness. As dessert arrived, Jonathan presented a small box adorned with a satin ribbon and placed it in front of me. My heart skipped a beat as I untied the ribbon and opened the box, revealing a delicate necklace with a pendant in the shape of a heart. “Oh, Jonathan, it’s beautiful.” I exclaimed, feeling a surge of emotions welling up inside me.

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For a brief moment, the world felt soft again. Jasmine was still arranging the shelves when she suddenly caught sight of a book. Her brows pulled into a tight knit. She had never seen this book before. It didn’t belong. Curiosity pulled her hand forward. She reached for it, and when she tugged it out, the cover revealed itself—a romance novel. Jasmine froze, lips twitching slightly in disbelief. Her brows tugged even deeper, as if her face didn’t quite know how to process what she was holding. Her aunt? Romance? The two didn't quite fit into the same category.

❦ Rosalind ❦ Days ago, I couldn’t tell you what sin smelled like. But now, ribbons of desire, lust, and danger wafted around me, drawing me further into the interior of Dominic’s private penthouse in Tribeca, overlooking the Hudson River. Faces in the shadows, crisp suits, women of every flavor speckling the room like handpicked butterflies. I felt those same butterflies in my belly as he led me by the hand up to the bar with an onyx countertop.

“I haven’t even met him.” “Exactly!” she shouted. “That’s worse! Falling for someone you’ve never seen is peak disaster energy.” “I’m not falling for anyone.” “Good.” She pointed at me again. “Because emotional damage is expensive. And I know you. You fall for men with mystery, danger, and cheekbones sharp enough to stab you.” “I do not!” “You SO do.” Mira narrowed her eyes. “And this man sounds like he invented cheekbones.” I let out a breath and slung my bag over my shoulder. “I’ll be okay. I promise.”

Blushing vigorously, I turn quickly and power walk back to duty-free. I can’t believe he remembers my reaction to romance books. Of course, he’d remember to him it seems like yesterday even though it was years ago. I am hating it more and more, knowing that Greg has no memory of the last two years. It is the one thing about this I keep forgetting myself, ironically. In duty-free I look for their book section and try and find a good book to read after I finished reading Stuck in Paradise with You by Laura Carter. How funny that, how this book played out, I now have to live it. So, I look for something a little more darker. Maybe a mafia or even a fantasy with werewolves, I don’t know. Taking

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.