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The walls being light colored didn’t surprise me more than the mountains upon mountains of books he has sitting on bookshelves surrounding the room. I walk around the room running my hands over all the different titles and authors. Jane Austen, Charles Dickens, Mark Twain, H.G Wells, and so much more. Wuthering Heights, a first edition version sat in a case in between the shelves by a set of double doors to what looks like a balcony. It stuck out to me more than any of the other titles because it surprises me more than anything that he would read a book such as that. I try to picture in my head him sitting in a chair with glasses, all relaxed and snuggled up reading a classical romance novel

I’ve lived my life, protecting myself from the world, from disappointment, betrayal and lies, but with her, I began to bring down those walls until I didn’t even know when my feelings developed into so much more without even seeing a glimpse of her. I skim over her collection, Motorcycle Club, Mafia... Disney Villain tales… and then there are the classics that she accidentally slipped out that she reads before denying she read them. I crouch down. They may be at the bottom, but the books have been read and I can’t help but smile. Jane Eyre, Anne of Green Gables, Pride and Prejudice, The Thirteenth Tale… Smiling, I take out the first book in the Anne of Green Gables collection, remembering ho

It wasn’t about books—it was about blending in. Avyanna arrived just past five-thirty, the skies already tinted with the soft orange glow of early evening. The tired buzz of the city outside was muted here. Inside the library, the air was cool and still, filled with the soft rustle of pages and the occasional footsteps on old tile floors. She spotted Ruth near the back, seated in one of the reading nooks by the tall windows. She was pretending to browse through a large hardcover, though Avyanna could tell from her stiff posture and darting eyes that she was on edge.

Dane circled the table and I giggled, ducking out of his reach and spinning around his back before shooting for Xavier again. I managed to read the paper in that time, stopping as my heart melted. List of Rosie. Classic books - including extentions and continuations Dracula, Brothers Grimm, Frankenstein, Alice series. Glass case for her originals. Cooking books - Bug Xav. Fairytales and romance novels - ask Mums - maybe Theo. Expand for sunroom for Rosie and kids.

How do you find the story so far? I hope you're enjoying it. Mrs. M is the third book in Love For The Wicked Series. 1|Devin 2|Evan 3|Mrs. Martinelli, The Perfect Mafia Wife. My other completed books. ~Dangerous Desire Series~ 1|Falling For My Husband 2|A Game With No Rules Promise Me Jake ~ Teen Romance [A sad love story.] HellBound: The Last Tribute ~ Fantasy/Mystery Romance All of my books are stand-alone. But following the series order would be the best way to read Love For The Wicked and Dangerous Desire.

I was delighted to uncover new layers beneath this prickly barista's tough exterior. "So mysteries are your favorite books? Any current authors you'd recommend?" I asked, genuinely curious to know more about her tastes. Aria's eyes lit up, clearly passionate about this topic. "Oh yes! I just finished a great atmospheric thriller by Ruth Ware. And Jean Kwok writes amazing psychological suspense." I smiled as she rattled off a whole list of mystery writers and descriptors for why she loved them. Her enthusiasm was captivating. "I may have to check out some of those. I tend toward action thrillers, but I'm open to new things," I said.

Though, she kept a polite front. "Um..." Her teeth caught her lower lip, an unconscious act as her eyes scanned the shelf. I looked at her lips longer than I should have, and my mouth went dry. "These series are actually my favorites." She pointed to a stack. "The Ravenhood Trilogy by Kate Stewart. T—They were so good I read them in two days. T—These are good as well." She went ahead to point at three more series. That was fifteen books in total. She fumbled through the motion, all nerves and uncertainty.

She shrugged and headed to the closet. It was a massive closet, with one side stuffed with male items and the other half crammed with female stuff. Several pairs of stilettos were meticulously arranged on the bottom shelf, while the upper shelf was packed with expensive handbags and clutches. A variety of long and short gowns were hanging on the hanger. Various cosmetics, perfumes, and jewelry boxes were strewn around on the other end of the closet. Triana felt a sense of envy when she saw Alma’s belongings occupying Blaze’s closet. She wondered why Blaze hadn't yet thrown away Alma's belongings. She was eager to know if Blaze still had feelings for his ex. Her heart twisted at this thought.