Novel & Cerita Romance Novels Like Beautiful Disaster

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“So, how are you today?” Diana handed a novel from her bag. “My order just arrived last night.” Diana showed Adrian the book with a white cover. “I read it until the morning and I'm happy.” Adrian glanced at the novel Diana was showing him and smiled. “Another romance novel?” “Yup. The story of a helpless woman who fights a powerful man and is then united by love.” Diana's eyes lit up, making Adrian chuckle amused. “You girls,” mumbled Adrian still laughing. “Isn't there anything that women think about besides the romance of love?”

Most of them were what I expected—books on strategy, history, a few on Italian mafia politics. And then, tucked on the bottom shelf, almost hidden— "You weren't kidding about these?" I pulled one out, raising an eyebrow. "Really?" "Put that back." "The Duke's Dangerous Desire," I read aloud, grinning. "A Rake's Redemption. The Highlander's Captive Bride—" "Jameson." Her voice was sharp, but I could hear the embarrassment underneath. "Put them back." "I'm not judging," I said, turning to face her. "I'm just surprised. You kill people for a living, but you read romance novels?"

When she answered, the voice on the other end made her blood run cold. “Rosemary… it’s been a while.” Casandra. Rosemary’s grip on the phone tightened. “What do you want?” Casandra laughed softly. “Oh, nothing much. Just wanted to congratulate you for working so hard with Adrian. It must feel nostalgic, doesn’t it? Two broken hearts trying to save each other.” “Stop playing games,” Rosemary snapped. “You’re the one ruining lives, Casandra. But it ends now.” “Oh, sweetheart,” Casandra purred, “it’s only just beginning. You see, I’ve learned something — people are easier to destroy when they think they’ve already won.”

Starting from the problem of who was after my life. Yet funny how I had met Blake twice but forgot to bring up the issue. I sighed and went back into the bathroom for a very hot shower. ******* One thing about romance novels which I really loved was that they had the ability to distract me from anything. There was never better than having to get lost in an unreal world where everything seems perfect, where there was always a happy ending. Where the protagonists always get the life that they wanted. But the sad thing is that no matter how many hours I get lost in one, I will always come back to the harsh reality of this life. The reality where what we want and what we get are two very differe

This is going to be nice, I just know it. I spend hours cooking, snacking, reading, and it feels like a dream. My fae romance novel takes me to a land that doesn’t resemble my life and I’m so happy to lose myself in it. I’m reading along happily when I come across a word that strikes me dead. Mates. Great. Just what I was trying to forget about. I put it down and pull out the other book I brought, a historical fiction novel. No mates here, no way. Dinnertime creeps around and I spend a while making a nice risotto with a side salad and garlic bread. It’s so good it borders on s*x.

She raised a pale hand to cover the missing piece of her head. Maybe… Just maybe… she was moved by what I said. Ximena hesitated, then spoke. "… I didn't know you went through so much. I don't remember any of it…" Not remembering was perfect. Her amnesia was a blessing. Before she could think too much, I rushed forward and hugged her tight, crying like my life depended on it. "You heartless woman. I thought once I found you, I'd comb your hair, wash your feet, cook for you, and take good care of you. And yet the moment we get married, you want me dead."

The next day, after she finished the hike with the guy, she came straight to me to brag. "He looks super rich. Head to toe in designer brands, and he was really polite and such a gentleman." I widened my eyes, pretending to be surprised. "No way, could he be some rich heir? However, guys like that are usually surrounded by beautiful women. Why would he pay someone to go hiking with him?" Janet rolled her eyes at me. "Obviously, it's because I'm pretty. He said he saw my photos online and was instantly attracted. He didn't even hesitate before booking me."

Love replied. “Okay love, what about me? Huh?” Belle asked wondering. “What do you mean, what about you?” Love replied. “Well I mean, do I also not strike you as a romantic? Do i strike you as the sexual type?” Belle asked eagerly. “Well Belle, if you must know, you’re never open about these things. You always talk about how much you hate and despise guys. How you think they are all so disgusting and disrespectful. Literally, no guy who has ever had a crush on you, didn’t end up getting crushed by you.

The Nouveau-Riche Romance Chapter twenty-nine The brightness of the day filtered into the room. Illuminating it with its soft glow. The illumination was just enough to rouse Joan from sleep. Her body felt relaxed, she felt mellow really. It felt like she was coming down from a drug high. No, it was a sex high. Sex? Sex... Joan abruptly opens her eyes as she remembered the events of the previous night. She had sex with Asher. Now that she thought about it it was a crazy night and she wouldn't believe it if she hadn't experienced it.