She Reads Romance Books Novels & Stories

Most of them were what I expected—books on strategy, history, a few on Italian mafia politics. And then, tucked on the bottom shelf, almost hidden— "You weren't kidding about these?" I pulled one out, raising an eyebrow. "Really?" "Put that back." "The Duke's Dangerous Desire," I read aloud, grinning. "A Rake's Redemption. The Highlander's Captive Bride—" "Jameson." Her voice was sharp, but I could hear the embarrassment underneath. "Put them back." "I'm not judging," I said, turning to face her. "I'm just surprised. You kill people for a living, but you read romance novels?"

Please reply to me soon. She read all ten messages in one read, it seemed like a small read, Jasmine always loved reading books, books of old, romantic stories. She was a hopeless romantic. A part of her remembered all the fairy tales that she had heard and the ones she wanted to read or to watch them, even to live them.

“What are these?” “They’re romance novels.” “They’re p**n, Nala. I’ve been alive long enough to know the difference.” She didn’t deny it. Instead, she just stood there with her arms crossed, waiting. I studied her face. In all the centuries I’d known this woman, I’d never once seen her read anything that wasn’t academic. Science journals and historical texts and research papers dry enough to cure insomnia. She had entire shelves dedicated to old human civilizations and herbal remedies and subjects so boring I fell asleep just looking at the spines.

I didn’t have any accomplishments, certainly nothing I’d done to be proud of anyhow. “So what do you like to do,” Ryan asked. “I uhm … I don’t do much. I like to read,” I said, wanting to slap myself. Why couldn’t I be more outgoing? “That’s cool. I bet you like Heather Killian’s books huh? That’s what my sister is all into,” Ryan said, laughing. I grinned like an idiot. She was the most well known author of werewolf romance stories. I giggled. “Isn’t that the sweetest sound you’ve ever heard,” Ryan said.

Why don't we make things more interesting" she said as she slowly loosened the robe she was wearing. The black robe fell to her legs as also my heart to hell as well as I saw the sight in front of me. She stood in front of that huge gigantitic bed in nothing but a red lacy Victoria secret underwear. She picked up the other glass and walked towards me handing me the second glass. "Romeo I run this show" She spoke confidently, her red lips brushing the tip of my ear. For the first time I felt shiver run down my spine in anticipation on what to come. There is a saying that something must kill a man and Samantha might end up being that thing that kills me.

Her fake smile was so evident, she couldn't pretend to be okay, but over the months she had improved. 'Dad certainly won't know any peace with his new wife.' "Ana, how are preparing for your exams?" I asked Ana with my brows furrowed, ready to eat her up is she dared to say she hasn't read it a thing. Ana focused more on the web looking for new means to make money. I've often told her to concentrate on her studies first a die in the internet after she graduates. "I've read all my books, bug I'm still going to reverse." She said giving me a sternly look.

"That's interesting because I also love reading!" With a hand supporting her chin, she continued, "Apart from books, I also enjoy reading comics." Colin asked, "What kind of comics?" "You know, the kind that young girls often read, sweet and romantic. Do you think I'm a bit childish?" "Not at all," Colin responded. A fleeting moment of contemplation crossed Colin's handsome face. She seemed just like any other young girl, nothing strange about her. Perhaps he had misunderstood earlier. After driving for a while, they finally stopped at a quaint bookstore.

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.

I turn around and take a look at those. "They don't feel the same anymore", I tell him. He immediately frowns in confusion. "So, you got bored with ROMANCE?" "No. But there's a reason", I say, leaning against the shelf and placing my palm over the books. Then I slowly trace my hand over them. "And the reason is—" he leans back too, a foot of distance between us but we can clearly hear each other whispering. "People who read romance, mostly women—" I giggle. "They want to escape reality. So, they can find more beautiful things in fiction"

I wanted him to get back his life so I can go live mine. Feeling bored, I slid into my book and off my E-library. I might be a high school dropout but I knew how to read and I loved to read. Especially romance books. I clicked on a book and started reading. “Oh giving it to the manwhore, I’ve read it, Melissa died.” Mona suddenly said, peering into my phone. I glanced at her, surprised that she seemed to like reading romance books too. I thought an Iron Lady like her might only like reading horror, action or crime based books