The Pretty Book Novels & Stories

He explains. Now I'm eager to see it. Liv finally handed me the book with the ribbon untied. "I hope you will love it." He says. "I'm sure I will." I answer him as I seriously open the rectangular book. Only to realize that it was a sketch book. It was his sketches. It were all portraits..... of me. I gasped.

She put on a devious smile, straightened up and lifted the open manuscript up – very much like a grandmother who is about to read a lovely goodnight story to a child. “Let me read to you from this chapter,” she chirped. “It’s titled – and I quote –B-J.” Jack swallowed. Obviously this book really was X-rated. “P Jas in pajamas?” he asked quickly. Sarah shook her head. “Nooo,” she drawled. “NotP-Jas in pajamas,B-Jas in –“ “Brother Joe?” Jack blurted out as if he was in the final round of a TV quiz show. “Orbad Jack?” He batted his eyes.

Devaloines that's why the Group of companies are excelling in the industry. It was my first day inside the Devaloines Publishing House and believe it or not, I have my own desk and my own office which was ridiculously awesome! I got to wore this white pencil skirt paired with a white satin long sleeves tucked inside and a pair of white two-inched heels. I even have my own name on my desk, engraved on a white marble which faces the door. "Savannah, The President and his wife are here." Mrs. Hall peeps through my door with a smile.

Both books are combined together, and Abhimanyu's book is titled *Taken: King's Rights Reserved*. ... Thank you, ShineeSunshine ❤️

Riley’s eyes locked on mine calmly, almost enchanting and she simply spread her legs wider. I crawled into the center of the circle on shaking hands and knees. The carpet was sticky under my palms. Riley leaned back on her elbows, watching me the entire time. Her lacy black panties were already dark and soaked through at the center. I could smell her before I even touched her, sweet musk mixed with the faint scent of the oil still glistening on her skin. “Pull them aside,” she said softly, almost kindly. “Don’t make me wait.” My fingers trembled as I hooked the soaked fabric and dragged it to the side. Her pussy was completely shaved, smooth and flushed, the lips already parted and shiny. A

Dear Reader, When I first dreamed of I Was More Than Pretty, I didn’t intend to write about revenge. I intended to write about returning. Returning to yourself. Because so many of us — myself included — have spent years bending and breaking to be loved. We’ve changed our faces, our voices, our truths. We’ve smiled through pain. We’ve stayed in rooms that drained us. We’ve called betrayal “love” because the silence of loneliness felt worse. And then one day, something shifts.

After that he stood and left me in the room. Now barely an hour later he sends me a trunk full of books. Ella moved to stand behind me and I could hear her sharp intake of breath when her eyes landed on the books. "They're beautiful, right?" Ella only nodded her head and leaned down to touch the spines of one of the books. They weren't really books to be precise, well they were books but not really big ones, almost like journals, just bigger and fresher. The covers were embossed in a beautiful flower pattern, each color having a flower of its corresponding color on it.

she said and lay back onto her bed. I sat on the other side, my feet hanging off the side of the king size bed. I glanced at Sienna and I saw that her top had ridden up slightly, so I was now seeing her toned and very flat stomach. Fuck me. "I take it you haven't read this book," I said as I held the book up in my hand. She chuckled. "It is called How To Not Be A Bitch. Rocco gave it to me. I personally think he needs it more than I do," she said.

Then, finally, nodded once. “There’s a book in my study,” he said. “Second shelf. Bound in black. Read it when no one’s looking. And don’t trust anyone who asks you why.” --- She didn’t return to her chambers. She went to the study. The book was where he said it would be—heavy, worn, its spine cracked. Pack Law and Succession Rites. Dry reading, once. Now it felt like prophecy. She read until her eyes burned. Learned the rules the Alphas used to choose mates. Learned how claims could be challenged. How alliances could be broken. And most importantly—

***AUTHOR'S NOTE*** Hi lovely Readers, here's the author. Thank you for reading to the end of this book, and a new book is about to start. Title: " Please Daddy. " DARREN I leaned my head back against the seat, letting my tired eyes slide closed. It felt so good to finally be able to shut my eyes and relax, not having to constantly keep one eye open and stay on guard at all times, even in the dead of the night