Romantic Books To Read の小説・ストーリー

"I have been holding back for weeks. Coming here. Talking. Waiting for the right moment. I do not want to rush you, Isabella. But I only have eyes for you. No one else." I swallowed. The library felt smaller, the air too felt thicker. "I notice you too. More than I probably should. When you come in here, you always pick the table near the window. You pretend to read but you watch me when you think I am not looking." "Because I cannot help it." His voice came out husky. He glanced around. The library was empty except for us. "You are beautiful when you concentrate. The little frown on you features, the way you squint your eyes to read, the way your hair falls across your shoulder.

I told him about the bookstore, about the customers who came in looking for very specific recommendations. "There was this woman yesterday who wanted a romance where the hero is a villain but not in a sexy way. Just actually terrible." Daemon's lips twitched. "Did you find her one?" "I recommended Wuthering Heights. She looked horrified." "Accurate, though." "Right? Heathcliff is the worst. But people romanticize him anyway." "People romanticize a lot of things they shouldn't." The way he said it made me look at him more closely. There was something in his expression—something almost vulnerable beneath the usual control.

My shoulders sagged and I growled softly in mortification. "I know nothing about love, Arram. I've been alone for centuries. How does one woo someone," I questioned him curiously and he snapped his fingers and handed me a stack of books. He told me to read them. I looked at the spines for titles, Romeo and Juliet, Wuthering Heights and The Notebook.

“This is ‘Pride and Prejudice’ by Jane Austen. It’s a love story that many women adore.” Jack took the book and examined the cover. “It looks interesting. What else would you recommend?” The sales assistant continued selecting books, giving a brief description for each one. “Oh, and we also have some romantic adventure books, like ‘Treasure Island’ by Robert Louis Stevenson, which focuses more on adventure and pirates.” Jack listened carefully and selected several books with the assistant’s guidance. “I think she’ll like these,” he said, smiling. The sales assistant smiled back, growing a bit curious about the lucky woman who had managed to tie down a confirmed bachelor like Jack Colt.

Okay, maybe I actually read them often. She looks up at me and flashes me a dazzling smile. “I wonder where it is then… where you learn your romantic tendencies from. Reading romance novels could be very informative to guys. You could learn a thing or two from the male leads.” “My romantic side is natural, baby. I was born this way. A book can’t teach me anything I don’t already know,” I say as I lick my lips and rub my hands suggestively. She throws her head back and laughs. The sound is as beautiful as the music of angels.

It was scorching like a flame and if auras could be tasted, hers would definitely be bitter. I shuddered, walking over to the first aisle to check it out. The first book that caught my attention was Blood, Pawns and Obsession. It was a dark romance by Rylie Martin. I had one of my projects on hold because I wanted to read this book and get into the head of the psychotic male lead, so I would understand him better and be able to execute my plotline to my taste. The grin on my face unconsciously widened, and I brought the book to my nose, sniffing it in.

The handwriting was neat but feminine with looping letters that spoke of care. Her throat tightened as she began to read. “To my dearest little Esme, If you’re reading this, it means a rainy day has found its way into your heart. I’m sorry I can’t be there to hold you through it, to make you hot chocolate with extra marshmallows and tell you silly stories until you laugh.

Aviana stopped by a charming bookstore that had caught her eye earlier in the day. "I can't resist a good bookstore," she confessed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. Ethan grinned. "Well, I can't resist a chance to indulge you, my bookworm." They entered the store and spent delightful hours exploring the shelves, picking out books for each other that promised more intimate moments and shared laughter. Aviana chose a romance novel filled with passionate encounters, while Ethan found a collection of witty love poems. With their newfound treasures in hand, they returned to their Parisian mansion, where the soft glow of candlelight awaited them. They snuggled on the couch, taking turns readin

She too the bag and pulled me in a hug. “It’s Tuesday, what on earth are you doing here today?” She asked and I gave her a sad smile and shook my head. I wasn’t going to tell her that I was sad because I had regretted a decision I had taken. “I am just looking for a really romantic read. I just want to read about people living out the life I can only dream of.” “Now now, don’t say that. You can snoop around the romance section for whatever you like dear. I’ll even close my eyes and let you borrow a book or two without adding it to your tab.” She winked at me and I winked back.

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.