Romance Novels For Intelligent Women นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Tsk tsk. A woman like that dares to attend the dinner party. Does she have no shame at all?” Women were good at attacking women. Those ladies could say something really harsh because they were jealous of Christina, who was prettier than all of them. Christina pretended to not understand them. After all, she had been through a lot of humiliations, and those words were nothing compared to those humiliations. However, Matthew was completely different from her. He was a small-minded man, so he walked toward the two ladies and spoke in a high-pitched voice, “Hey. Madam Green, Madam Parker, long time no see!”

“It was adorable. He used to hide them behind law textbooks. Thought no one would notice.” Lu turned to me, slowly, disbelief dawning in his expression. “Romance novels?” I kept my face perfectly composed. “It’s called studying character psychology. I was curious how emotional arcs were structured.” Christopher leaned closer to Lu and stage-whispered, “Some of them were very emotionally structured. Especially the ones with the shirtless men on the covers.” I tilted my head, deadpan. “At least they weren’t about knights and dragons like yours.” “Oh they were! But mine had duels. Yours had duels of passion.”

The book store was right around the corner, enough to let Amy get few minutes of alone time. "what kind of book should I buy? These romantic novels make me feel extremely miserable about my life", she whispered. "Maybe I am on another planet unlike the characters in these books because I have never felt that way about any man before." Truly it was tiring and exhausting reading these books. Apparently, they make her expect things she would never get from Jack, thereby leaving her heart broken.

"I'm sure there are still plenty of copies available if we get a move on. What's the big deal about this one anyway? I thought that genre was all sort of cheap thrills and sub-par writing." "Excuse you, you uncultured heathen!" She promptly squawked with put-upon indignation. "For your information, this happens to be the dazzlingly clever new debut from one S. R. Kemple - an author slated to revitalize the stagnant genre with unparalleled nuance, female empowerment, and delightfully erotic prose!" I rolled my eyes good-naturedly. Leave it to Lilly to make excessively fawning over romance paperbacks sound like high art. "Whatever you say, bookworm. I'll take your word that missing out would b

Her fake smile was so evident, she couldn't pretend to be okay, but over the months she had improved. 'Dad certainly won't know any peace with his new wife.' "Ana, how are preparing for your exams?" I asked Ana with my brows furrowed, ready to eat her up is she dared to say she hasn't read it a thing. Ana focused more on the web looking for new means to make money. I've often told her to concentrate on her studies first a die in the internet after she graduates. "I've read all my books, bug I'm still going to reverse." She said giving me a sternly look.

It was surrounded by multiple men from the mafia, some I recognised, some I didn’t. As we walked inside, I caught sight of the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She was ethereal, dangerous, the female version of Matteo, with the same sharp features and commanding presence. “Bianca Romano,” Matteo murmured under his breath, his tone darkening.

She should have been declared an angel for her commendable feat. She walked around the counter throwing a pile of romance books to Cain that she watched the girls in her pack read, she wasn’t going to help him choose because she wasn’t one to waste her time reading fantasies when she had more important things to think about, like how to find her parents and save them. Bet an erotic romance wasn’t going to help her in easing the swirl of emotions that she was going through at the moment. Walking past the aisles, she browsed through several historical and poetry books before her gaze fell on the aisle that was stacked with cooking books.

“Treason, Nana. Treason." “It does not matter. We need to find where I belong or what I am.” She goes on again, rambling. I wish I could exchange her for a more understanding wolf. Pushing my hair to the back of my ear, I flip the page of the new book and read through each line. I roll my eyes and scoff. Romance. How can a character’s first interest be about a man? Doesn’t she love coins? Food? Fashion, or even education? Why must it be a man?

I turn around and take a look at those. "They don't feel the same anymore", I tell him. He immediately frowns in confusion. "So, you got bored with ROMANCE?" "No. But there's a reason", I say, leaning against the shelf and placing my palm over the books. Then I slowly trace my hand over them. "And the reason is—" he leans back too, a foot of distance between us but we can clearly hear each other whispering. "People who read romance, mostly women—" I giggle. "They want to escape reality. So, they can find more beautiful things in fiction"

Staring at me like a child who did not understand the lesson given by the teacher. "What kind of person can just surrender when they're locked up, and kept away from the outside world?" "Well, apparently there are a lot of them. Women. Don't you know there are tons of female fantasies nowadays about that kind of thing? They say it's romantic and sexy." "Crazy woman, then." I shook my head, looked ahead again with disbelief rising up inside me. "They read too many dark romance novels, and think that happy endings can be found in the real world."