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“I’m looking for some books for my fiancée, but I’m not sure what she likes to read.” The sales assistant tilted her head thoughtfully. “Well, we have a wide variety. Perhaps I can suggest some classic novels? They’re always a safe choice.” Jack nodded, feeling a little more confident. “That sounds like a good idea. Can you show me some?” The sales assistant led Jack to a shelf filled with novels from different eras and styles. “Here are some classics,” she said, picking up a volume. “This is ‘Pride and Prejudice’ by Jane Austen. It’s a love story that many women adore.”

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’ll probably spend the whole holiday in here if you let her.” I walked the aisles slowly, trailing my fingers over the books. Classics. Thrillers. A whole section of contemporary romance—Mirabel’s doing, mostly. She’d started collecting them in high school, said they were “escapist but smart.” I’d never read them. Too many happy endings. Too much hope wrapped in pretty words. I pulled one down at random. Dark cover, brooding man in a suit, and title written in gold foil: Claimed by the Billionaire. I snorted softly, then slid it back.

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.

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My last picnic date with Jason ended up great as you all know. I am currently, sited on the couch, my book held up in my right hand and my hot cocoa coffee in the other. I take a sip of the coffee and kept it on the table. I once said I love reading novels but I will go ahead and say it again. Novels are great but only when it’s not dark romances. I can read any type of novel but not dark romance. Don’t get me wrong but I find dark romance annoying and very boring and sometimes disturbing too. This morning when I went to the library, I took out two novels of which one is a dark romance novel and the other is practically a vampire romance. I love vampire romance novels; by the way. Everyone h

"You manage to find time for novels amidst your ever-changing adventures?" A soft smile graced Adrienne's lips as she leaned in, sharing a secret moment between them. "Oh, most certainly. Romance novels, to be precise. Currently, I'm enthralled by 'Love And Everything In-between' by Sarah Raymond. It's an enchanting tale that beautifully captures the essence of love. It resonates with the dreams that dance in my heart," she revealed, her voice filled with a sense of wonder. Ryan couldn't tear his gaze away, captivated by her authenticity and the vivid emotions that colored her words. With a tender gesture, he reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair behind Adrienne's ear, his voice ba

"Mine is supernatural and mystery." "Am guessing you must like romance novels.... I mean all girls does...... " I shut the book am reading with a loud thud, cutting him shut. raising my head to give him a glare, I growl out in frustration. "I don't like romance novels, they are so cheeky and so unreal, I prefer supernaturals, especially were wolves. Satisfied." "Umh.... Almost." He smiles sheepishly. I rub on the tip on my nose with my fingers, massaging it softly.

At the bottom of the shelf, though, were a handful of romance novels—in English, no less. I pulled out a historical romance by a favorite author of mine. I hadn’t read this one, and I’d already finished the one romance I’d brought with me. I was a total bore and preferred to read printed books still. Probably because they smelled nice. If e-readers could let out a puff of new-book scent, though, I’d buy one in a heartbeat. “The Seduction of Miss Emily Morris,” Olivier read over my shoulder. “That rather gives the plot away, no?”

Maybe at Shanice place. After sating her hunger, she hopped onto her bed. As a routine, she grabbed her novel from the table, parted the book to where she had left off last night, and began reading. She loved reading romance novels. The MLs in these books are so different than the real-life men. The love they show feels so pure. She wondered if she would ever get to experience that kind of love. The thought caused her feeling giddy. She wants her man to be possessive, a little bit obsessive, and hella romantic. Someone who will kiss the ground she walks on. Someone who will choose her and only her every time. She will be his first choice.