She Reads Romance Novels & Stories

I feel sad not seeing my little girl. “And Liza?” I asked him on the verge of crying, not seeing his face. “Where is she?” I asked Dustin once again, but he only smiled and with his thin fingers pointed me toward the young woman who was reading. a book. Her hair is now long and black, it is as thick as her father's. Suddenly she turns around looking at me with a strong face. When we meet our gazes, she smiles like never before, I can swear that she has never smiled like that, even though I saw her for a year.

She sat up, and brushed a tendril of hair from her face away. “Yeah.” She put the book down. “Are you okay?” “I’m just tired.” She nodded. His voice almost slurred with the low pitch he spoke in like he dragged his words across a rugged surface. “Well, we don’t have to talk long tonight.” “No, I really want to hear your voice. What were you doing?” “I was reading.” “Will you read to me?” She looked down at the title of her book, 'Always and forever.' Ryder had never liked romance books, but then now didn't seem like the best time to read horror.

I think I was beginning to fall in love with her. When I finally arrived at her door, I hesitated for a moment, taking a deep breath to steady my nerves. But then I heard her voice, and I knew I had to see her. I pushed the door open, and there she was, lying on her bed, lost in a romance novel. I couldn't help but smile as I watched her, and I said, "I never knew you read books like that, Zero." She looked up at me, a sheepish grin spreading across her face. "Who doesn't like romance?" she replied, her voice soft and playful. "Every girl does."

She curled into one of the high-backed chairs near the window, a thick book open on her lap, a dark romantic comedy she’d read a thousand times. The sun was setting in orange and purple across the pages. She told herself she was reading. In truth she was still feeling Roman between her thighs from the shower, every shift of her hips reminding her how he did everything but fuck her. The door opened without a knock. Roman stepped in, closing it softly behind him. Shirt sleeves rolled to the elbow, top two buttons undone, looking too innocent for who he truly was. He looked unfairly edible. Tessa didn’t even look up from her book.

The last thing she wanted was to be spotted with Roman yet. Roman laughed. “What she isn’t telling you is she is reading a book.” He pointed to the book laying on the lounge. “It’s the latest thriller, and she has had her nose in it for the last hour. I think that holds more appeal than two friends catching up and talking business.”

“I read the ones filled with so much love and not bad stuff.’ She doesn’t have to know what I read. It would be embarrassing explaining it to her. “And I don’t care if romance is your preference or whatever you choose to read. This is mine and it’s not like you love to read, anyway.” I pointed it out. “Yeah, reading makes me dizzy.” She rolled her eyes in a circle, laughing. “I thought as much, so leave me be,” I mumbled.

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.

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

"I'm not picky with books." "Oh uh, I thought you liked romance, since that's what you always read." I blinked at her. You claim you're not following me and yet you know the type of books I like, you're clueless about what you want from my workplace yet say you came here to get books, and if you know I like romance, then why ask? "Yes, I read romance novels. If you'd like those, I can direct you towards them." "Oh sure, that'll be lovely. Thank you." I didn't respond, just took the lead and took her towards the romance novels, and before she could ask me to choose one for her, I left her there and went back to the desk.

After Mercedes finishes her tasks in Adelaide's room, she tells her that she can leave and so she does, while Adelaide continues reading for a few more minutes. The young girl's heart quickens with each paragraph. She loves romance novels ever since she learned to read and always dreamt of having a love as beautiful as the protagonists in those novels, although in her case, that seems impossible to fulfill.