She Reads Romance Books Mga Nobela at Kwento

I went for the chair with the reading table because it would be a lot more comfortable. She asked me which genre of books I would like to read and I signed to her that I would like to read romance books. The maid didn't seem to understand at first but after several attempts, she finally understood and climbed up a ladder that was placed by the shelves. She picked out several books and asked me to choose from them. I decided I would only read four today, starting with Romeo and Juliet. She asked if I needed anything else and I shook her head in the negative. She said that she would check up on me and I nodded her away and I felt happier when she finally left, leaving me in the comfort of my b

I quickly added, just in case it was rude to be here without purchasing anything. "Sure dear. What genre do you read?" She didn't look angry at all. I sighed inwardly, glad I didn't offend her. "You could try billionaire romance. It's a good genre, one young people wish to live out in reality." She gave a suggestion, holding my hand as she lead me through the shelves. All through the time she took me around the shelves, showing me different books, I kept my eyes at for any suspicious looking person or anyone that stared at me for too long.

I asked, "This is very embarrassing but yes" she said with a smile, the blood in my body went straight to my huge man between my legs, now I did say am not a reader but who doesn't know the kind of staff in Dark romance books?, I couldn't help wondering what she had so far learnt from reading about Sex, I could already imagine how she was going to blow my mind "Its not embarrassing, if you ask me, I think its cute, though I must admit, I didnt picture you being the kind of woman to read such and besides, all the time I saw you reading , it was either a fantasy novel or a children's novel" I explained

“She’s an avid reader. Just like you. She is obsessed with romance novels from her favorite authors. But she hasn’t read most of the books on this shelf, because many of the are latest novel series from her favorite authors.” I looked back at her one I was holding. I had read the book before. And it was an extraordinary story. “Sometimes the nurses read to her, and sometimes I do, but I know she wouldn’t enjoy listening to us that much because we’re not great romance readers, but it’s better to keep her entertained.” I nodded, my eyes softening as I placed the book back into the shelf. I wasn’t sure why I said the next words I said, or why I had let my emotions control me instead of reason o

She should have been declared an angel for her commendable feat. She walked around the counter throwing a pile of romance books to Cain that she watched the girls in her pack read, she wasn’t going to help him choose because she wasn’t one to waste her time reading fantasies when she had more important things to think about, like how to find her parents and save them. Bet an erotic romance wasn’t going to help her in easing the swirl of emotions that she was going through at the moment. Walking past the aisles, she browsed through several historical and poetry books before her gaze fell on the aisle that was stacked with cooking books.

she asked. “Are you going to run off? If you come back, I can promise you everything. I can give you sex and anything your heart desires.” He couldn’t give her everything. There was a reason she read so many romance novels, and it wasn’t because it was what women did. She read them out of yearning. The books were her one way of getting a happy ending. In life, she had come to learn it doesn’t always have a happy ending. “I’ll come back,” she said.

When she looks up at me, her eyes widen for a split second, and she giggles. “You look so different that I keep getting surprised every time I see you. I keep thinking a stranger broke into my room. Oh, and I read maybe one a day, or a few each week. It depends on the length of the book. You should read these as well.” I chuckle. “You want me to read a romance novel? That sounds like something a girl would do. Give me a manly book with blood and gore, and I’ll bury myself in those pages.” I don’t want to let on that I love a good romance novel myself now and then. Okay, maybe I actually read them often.

She dramatically rolls her eyes, and fans herself. I chuckle and she starts laughing, the sound melting my heart and piercing my soul. "What kind of book you like?" "Anything which has a good romance- Fantasy or Fiction, any book. It has to have romance, slow burn, haters to lovers, friends to lovers, anything. I will take it." She says and her eyes light up. "Got it. I will definitely bring you more books , when I miss you. " I add," So , you will probably have a library by next year, because I miss you every moment I am not with you."

I pin her with a narrowed look but she simply shrugs it off, smiling wilder and now I’m starting to actually wonder what exactly was going off in her head and where this brazen woman had sprouted out from. Once in a while, she’d request to do things that she wouldn’t normally do. Recently she’s been spending a lot of time reading in the library, some of the romance novels she had picked out at one of our dates together and since then she would sometimes make a request to try out things. And I got the feeling she had been getting those ideas from the books she’s been reading.

“What, Scott? You seem surprised.” “Indeed I am.” She giggled at my response. “I know what you're thinking. I do watch romance movies sometimes but I prefer reading romance novels to watching the shows.” Her gaze returned to the screen, her eyes were focused. “Why though?” I sat beside her, awaiting her response. “I think it is overly exaggerated. It's like the girl goes boneless and trips every five seconds. This happens in not one but a lot of romantic shows.” “I see…” “Oh I almost forgot to tell you —”