Novel & Cerita She Reads Romance Books

She browsed through the books with the thought, Since, he is in a meeting, I will forget about business for now and delve into romance. As her fingers and eyes looked through the books indecisive on which one to read, she saw a frame among the books. A leaf in a frame? Does he love collecting leaves as I do?

She made me feel safe and welcomed, something I was gradually losing. I watched as she flipped through the pages of a book, her eyes scanning the pages like she was feasting on them. “Do you really have to finish reading that today?” I asked, crossing my arms as I stared at her. Apart from the fact that she loves cooking, she's obsessed with reading novels as well. Kiera is a book lover, someone that could finish a whole book in a single day. She raised her head slowly, meeting my gaze with a graceful smile, “Yes, I am.” she replied curtly, returning back to the book.

he asked. She stopped and looked back at him before taking a deep breath and nodding before she continued walking to her desk. "Sure, I am trying to get rid of you. I want to read this romance novel. If I can never experience the heart-racing kind of love, then I might as well read it in these books." She took up the book she had been reading when they came in and tapped the cover. "So you both go experience the love in real time while I will stay here and enjoy it from the pages." Marcus pulled Isla up and they both walked to the door. Isla turned to the woman who was now seated in her chair with her nose in the book already. "It was really lovely meeting you today."

she said. “Well, it turns out that I am,” I replied. She got to where I was seated and her eyes went to the title at the top of the page. “It's an interesting read,” she commented. “I take it you've read this book already,” I said. She nodded. “Apart from baking, reading is the other best thing I love to do. At least for a moment, I am lost in another world.” I regarded her with fresh interest. “I'll be right back,” she said walking towards the shelves.

“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.

he asked, enjoying the way her eyes flashed at him and the set of her jaw. “There's enough sadness and darkness in the world that I don't want to spend my free time dwelling there too.” She raised her hazel eyes, daring him to make fun of her. “I read romance because I like knowing there's a happy ending coming.” “Good for you.” He leaned on the railing, feeling her eyes boring into him. “I prefer action and sci-fi myself, but I've read a couple of romance novels that I certainly enjoyed. I can see the appeal.”

I asked just in case she’s referring educational textbooks as novel; trust me a lot do that. "I have romance, streamy, and horror, I think that’s it." I never thought Jess is a romance novel reader, I thought she is the kind of girl that is interested in cooking, cleaning, and reading historical books and stuff like that. "I think I will go for the romance novel for now."

"Yeah, right. Sorry about that. So what do you–" "It's fine," he instantly responded, waving it off. "So what kind of books are you interested in? You seem like the action and mystery kind of girl." It was one of the few times that Henry smiled, and she returned it as well, pretending to think about what kind of books she liked. Eventually, she shurgged. "I like most actually, except romance and science. I find I can't relate to either of them, so I drive towards the ones that seem more realistic. But that's a personal opinion, anyway."

It was just the shadow of an animal or something. Walking to the cherry bookcases, she allowed her fingers to trace over all the beautiful book covers, surprised at the wide range of genres on display--mysteries, classics, even a romance or two. Her lips quirked up at that. She did not see Nicolai as a romance reader. Plucking one of these romances off the shelf, she retired to the incredibly comfy looking double armchair in front of the fire, intending to read for a few minutes before Nickolai got there and they could explore the promised bath together.

But it doesn’t stop her from being a woman in love. While humming and looking around, her attention shifts to the bookshelf in the corner of the room. 'What kind of books does he like?' she wonders as she walks toward the shelf, reading the titles. Her curiosity about Damien grows. 'All business-related! He really loves his job,' she muses, smiling as she picks up a book that looks a bit worn out. It seems Damien reads this one often. Taking the book, she sits on the rocking chair nearby. Letting out a gentle breath, she opens it, but her eyes follow a photograph that slips out and falls to the ground.