The Accidental Tourist Book Novels & Stories

I ask and Everett shrugs. "Fuck if I know." He says, grabbing something else from his bag. "Can you believe these bookmarks they gave us?" He asks, showing me the pink tasseled piece of cardboard with the words 'Smut Slut' written in gold leafing displayed proudly on both sides. "If we're gonna do it, we might as well go all in." I say, looking at my own bookmark that says 'Emotionally attached to a morally grey character' in loopy font. At least mine's black.

Madrid was dusk and marble when I stepped off the plane. The air smelled of jet fuel and late summer rain, a reminder that sometimes old ghosts choose pretty places to hide in. I didn’t bring Eliana this time. Didn’t want her near Rafael’s poison. Didn’t want Lucian to wake up halfway across the world missing the only safe ground he’d ever known. Consuelo walked beside me through the terminal, silent as always when her mind spun faster than her mouth could catch. She’d booked us under false names. The press would think I was in China for a corporate summit. The reporters could keep guessing.

I meant to transfer her to the Michigan branch if she continued to pester me with her loud music. When the driver started the car, I studied the book cover she gave me. Only now did I realize the title of the book, “Where Do Broken Hearts Go?” I suddenly worried about Leigh after realizing that this book is a kind of self-help, an inspiring book providing insights about loss and grief. I close my eyes, wondering how Leigh is now.

"Just break a rule and see what happens." Autumn shook her head as she looked at the man before him. She felt like she was standing in front of a lunatic, with the way he was smiling evilly as if there was more to the rules and regulations. She picked up the book once again and read through the rules. As she did, she scoffed. "Come on, these are so ridiculous," she said and used her finger to touch one, showing him the page. "Look at this," she raised it for him to see it well. "No midnight snacking, no coming in after 10 pm, no staying out, no partying or clubbing without my permission." She stopped reading them out loud and dropped the book again.

I whisper. “You will,” she says. “Eventually. But you can’t keep hiding. Not from them, and not from yourself.” That night, lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, I replay everything. Every laugh, every glance, every touch. Every word I didn’t say. Every step I didn’t take. Jason. Fire. Chaos. Passion. Risk. Alex. Water. Calm. Steady. Patience. Safety. Me. Confused. Torn. Afraid.

she says, almost absentmindedly, “I used to spend a lot of time in them. Pretty safe place to hide, with the added bonus of books. Never found much beyond fiction about werewolves though. Some books about the lore from different countries. Most get it wrong.” “It’s not like we advertise it.” I chuckle. “Our books aren’t exactly available to the general public. Are you done?” She nods. “Thank you.” I dig my billfold out of my pocket, and drop a few bills on the table, making sure to leave a generous tip for our server. She takes my hand as we get up to leave. I hide the emotion this little gesture stirs in me – I thought it would take longer, that it would be harder to win her trust, but I wa

I asked after taking the first sip. "Final destination 4" he answered and I gulped. I have heard a lot about the movie, about how the main character will have a premonition about the cruel death of him and his friends, luckily he will avoid it at that moment but unfortunately, the grim reaper will come after them one by one. "Are you scared already?" he asked with a grin. "Not with you around." I answered truthfully and snuggled deeper inside him. Halfway and I have screamed more than 20 times, the graphics are too real, I have never seen an accident before but am positive it will exactly be like this.

Authors note: This book was previously titled, 'The Accidental Wife' as the author and the rightful owner of this book I have made the decision to change the title to Accidentally Yours. The story in its entirety remains the same and the only changes will be the cover and the title of the book. Thank you! Happy reading. **** “MISS HART?”

She let her shoulders sag and exhaled. “Fine,” she muttered. “But I want us to go somewhere people don’t know who we are. Somewhere we can walk around without anyone whispering or pointing fingers.” Nicholas’s lips curved into a small, satisfied smile. “Don’t worry. I’ve already booked a resort somewhere far away.” “Where?” she asked skeptically. “Somewhere in Southeast Asia,” he said, sounding more excited now. “I’ve wanted to visit this place for a long time.” Rachel blinked and then smiled faintly despite herself. “I also have a place in Southeast Asia I’ve always wanted to visit.”

Wife…Even if it’s temporary, even if it was an accident, even if he’s still planning to leave. “Temporary wife,” I argue. I can't be swept up by what he says…I'm sure this is all one big joke to him and once our three months are up he would not want anything to do with me anymore. A billionaire and the girl he accidentally married in Vegas. I’m not sure if I belong in his world, but right now, I’m inside it…and I don’t know how to feel about that. “It doesn’t matter. She disrespected you. That’s not something I can let slide.”