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She asked and quickly added, "Wait, wait, let me guess." "Okay?" "Thriller and mystery novels?" She asked, hoping that she got it since that was the genre most guys loved to read. "Or maybe fantasy novels," she added. "None of the above," he said and chuckled. "I read pure romance and romance only." "What the…" Autumn was surprised to hear that. She never imagined that someone like him would love romance novels. "Yup. Romance novels that have slutty scenes." He added. The realization then hit Autumn. It wasn't romance he loved, it was sex and slutty stuff he loved. "Pervert," she muttered, making him chuckle.

Her hair was beautiful that's why she took good care of them. "Who told you that people don't read romance. People like me do. And about that spicy thing they can imagine on their own. What if a child found my book and start reading that things?" Anna said as she could not endure the insult of romance. She wrote novels but they were simple, slow, and rhythmically yet people found that boring.

Was this the proper description for a person? In actuality, she was not heavy at all. Matthew was just trying to cheer her up, not to mention seizing the opportunity to flirt. Michael felt a pang of pain in his heart upon hearing the playful banter between those two. The breakfast he was holding dropped to the ground. She was as cold as an ice queen when in his arms. On the contrary, she was laughing with so much joy when being carried by Matthew. Standing from a stone’s throw away, he watched as Matthew placed her down in the car and helped her with the seatbelt. The man then whispered something next to her ear. She pushed him playfully as her cheeks turned rosy.

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.

My thoughts quickly drift back to the stack of novels, and I reach for my tote bag, pulling out the first book my hand touches. Reading romance novels is not exactly good for my mental health, but I cannot seem to stop myself. They make me laugh, they make me cry, and sometimes they make me wish for something similar in my own life. But deep down, I know that is just a fantasy. I know I cannot have it, not now, maybe not ever.

"You really have no shame." "None." She climbed onto the bed with a book. He stopped. "A book?" "I'm reading." "You ignored me for a book?" "I'm multitasking." He sat beside her. "What are you reading?" She showed him the cover. "A romance novel." He looked offended. "You're reading another man's romance?" She burst into laughter. "It's fictional." "Still unacceptable." He gently took the book away. "Excuse me!" "You have a real husband." She laughed so hard she nearly fell off the bed.

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.

"Shouldn't you be the one who dumped him? I've told you all along that he often takes advantage of you." "He said ... I was too spoiled." "I do really wanna swear in front of his face. You're said to be spoiled, but every time you go out, you picked him up, you paid everything." "Come on, don't bring it up, I'm also really tired of acting spoiled." Yara laughed just like that after she said it. Rian shuddered when she saw his best friend, who suddenly burst into laughter after a few seconds, as if she had no zest for life. "Well, this is what makes you never last forever in a relationship. You've never been yourself."

I greeted her as I stood next to her wheelchair. “Go away!” She snorts at me as she continues to join in on that book with the toughest topic. Death. “You seem to be a bit lonely, don't you want some company?” I asked her while I wanted to be nicer to understand her bad mood. “I'm too smart for you to hang out with me.” She spits slyly, while she makes me feel illiterate next to her. “I may be clumsy, but that doesn't mean I'm stupid and you're smarter than me.” She just puts down the book to laugh out loud at me.

Hazel said, her voice full of encouragement. “Men never care if you love them truly and stay loyal,” I muttered, still bitter. “Exactly,” Hazel agreed. “Maybe if the perfect romantic heroes from books were real, I’d consider dating again.” I chuckled. “Right? I’m reading a romance novel right now where the male lead is ridiculously hot.” “Ugh, don’t tempt me! I’ve added a few more book boyfriends to my list,” she said dreamily. “I miss our coffee and book talks, girl,” I sighed.