She Reads Romance Novels & Stories

I want her to know how much I want her and want to be with her, but I don’t want to scare her off. “What were you reading on the balcony?” I asked her. “Just a romance book,” she replied. “It’s about a mafia princess who falls in love with a guy in the mafia, but she’s betrothed to someone else. It’s very well written.” “Sounds like a great love story. One you could tell your kids,” I smirked. “Well, probably not all the violence and sex,” Isabella giggled. “True,” I chuckled. “What are you doing tomorrow?” I probed.

She smiled, "now,Kevin, should we continue ... pleasuring you?" Kevin gulped. "Yes." Jade smiled. She's having fun on top of Kevin. "Okay, then. Let me rock your world” Jade said. Kevin gulped again and his lips parted when Jade’s lips started kissing his neck, nipping it, nibbling it, biting it and licking it as her lips traveled down her collar bone, down to his chest, then she bit his nipple again all the while her hand was caressing his cöck down to his balls, awakening his body again.

I needed to cut her off. "Look, they're doing the walking around the fire thing." She said. I hummed non committal. "I read about it in this book by Drethi Anis. Five thousand nights of obsession. The book was so good." "You read?" I asked. I had never seen any book in her apartment or caught her with a book. "Yes." She blushed, then quietly. "Romance books." "You don't strike me as the romance type." I looked at her intently. "Is it one of those raunchy books with shirtless men carrying scabbards on the cover."

Giving me plenty of distance when I wish she wouldn't. We sit like that in silence for a while. Her laying on her stomach at the foot of my bed, me sitting against my headboard. Her brows draw closer together as she flips pages, clearly intrigued by the book she picked. It's one of the few romance novel type books that I have. It was an impulse buy based on the cover a few months ago, and I haven't gotten around to reading it yet. 20 minutes pass, and I have maybe turned 3 pages while Shea has become sucked into whatever she's reading, turning pages faster and faster.

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.

I whisper not wanting to disturb other people in the store "Jane Austin again!" Lexi laughs. "look she kinda ruled the classics era, you know," I say with a shrug. I take a look at the books Lexi was caressing a minute back." any good read in the modern romance?" I point at the books assembled in the rack right in front of her. "oh yeah, I am a big collen hover fan. I mean verity and ugly love are my favorites of all," she reaches for a book and hands it over to me.

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

“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

I glanced at the book she was reading, the cover bright and dramatic, with a couple locked in a passionate embrace. My eyebrows shot up and as my gaze drifted to the shelves lining her side of the room, my jaw nearly dropped. If I thought the cover of that one was five percent sexual, then the rest were hundred. Books were everywhere, stacked, lined up neatly, or scattered in small piles. Most of them had similar covers, all romance novels with titles that made me blink twice. “You’ve got a collection,” I said, half-impressed and half-shocked. Her cheeks turned crimson, the blush creeping all the way to her ears. She looked like she wanted the floor to swallow her whole.