The Turkish Lover Audio Libros Novels & Stories

Spending a night with Murat felt so romantic for Emily. She was just chatting with Murat, but from that personal conversation, Emily was able to get to know the Turkish man's personality more deeply. As the night grew late, Emily fell asleep leaning against the sofa after listening to Murat’s stories about his childhood in Istanbul. The man concluded his tale, which felt like a story from One Thousand and One Nights. He gently carried Emily’s slender body to his bed so she wouldn’t stiffen up if she slept in an awkward position.

She wandered through the bustling bazaars, haggling with friendly shopkeepers and admiring the colorful displays of spices, textiles, and intricate Turkish carpets. Eager to experience the essence of Turkish culture, Luna indulged in traditional cuisine at a local restaurant. She savored the flavors of mezes, kebabs, and baklava, delighting in the combination of aromatic spices and fresh ingredients. Luna also sipped on traditional Turkish tea, served in delicate tulip-shaped glasses, while sitting in a cozy café overlooking the Bosphorus.

Rosie is supposed to despise Will O'Connor, the famous singer who murdered her father in a car accident, but she instead falls in love with him. Grace, a powerful attorney, is compelled to collaborate with Jack, a small-town lawyer. As their case progresses, sparks fly, but will their love triumph? ... Suki, who has been thrown out of an abusive household, pretends to be Devin's girlfriend while staying with his family. But what happens when fabricated emotions become real? ... Chiara Rose Bernardi was taken away from her family by her mother when she was two years old to keep her safe. She was sent to Sydney, Australia, and now goes by the name...

Of course. "Yes, yes you did." I say trying to hold back my smile. He's right, I still like it. He holds my waist and we automatically move to the music left and right. "Oh, then I say it again. Çok güzel sin." He even says 'you are very beautiful' in Turkish. I start laughing about his bad Turkish accent and he joins me and then he stops laughing but I still have to. "I love you." He says after some seconds. And I stop laughing now. "Seni seviyorum." I say back in Turkish. ... End.

I won’t give up, I won’t give up,’’ he repeated, like a mantra while rocking me in his arms. At that moment, I never thought I could love like this again, and I wish I could tell Apollo that, but I simply didn’t know how to express it out loud. I still feel all of Eros Castiello’s words ripping all the air from my lungs, and now it’s so hard to breathe.

My hand gripped the door handle and turned it, the door slowly creaked open. I walked into the room and gently placed her, turning on the heater and covering her body with a blanket. “I love you, Elena. I don't see myself hurting you,” I whispered, a burning sensation in my eyes, perhaps it was from the weird incense or tears which formed in my eyes. I dragged my feet out of the room and descended the stairs, exhaustion washing over me as I shrugged my shoulders. The shrill ringing of my phone punctuated the quiet room. I squinted my eyes, trying to make out the caller's ID.

It is times like this that you need the a miracle or a spell to hide, but we all know, those never happens. I was actually trapped with the two macho men beside me. I looked round and saw a man smoking in a Mercedes Benz. I guess I was so in my thoughts, I didn't notice the Porsche car. He looked at me and there he was the devil himself. What was so annoying was that he managed to look more handsome every time we meet. And why is my stupid heart jumping up and down? Oh, of course I have seen my debtor. "Where to love?" He says in his deep baritone voice that making the butterflies in my stomach go crazy.

his hand crawled there. “So hard.” My breathing becomes heavy because of his touch. Damn it is not right! I slapped his hand on his chest. I immediately covered you. “Stop that!” I pulled the blanket and covered it with my chest. “That’s not what you said last night,” he teased. I stared at it. “I love morning sex.” My eyes widened as Thander pulled the blanket over my body. “Thander what? I thought you were asleep ?!” “Not anymore.” He smiled then stood behind me. He touched my neck with a warm kiss as he massaged my chest.

He called out to me. One of my cousins kicked him on the side. "Shut your damn mouth! Do you know what it means to love someone? Is kidnapping someone and forcing them to do what you want love? You were going to force her to stay with you despite what she wanted!" "That is because I love her! I knew that I could have changed her mind! I could have shown her that the both of us are meant for each other! Zira, we can still leave. Rowan is not coming back. He's already dead. And he won't have ever been able to love you the way that I do! Just come with me. Trust me and come with me!" He told me.

Hello Everyone. I just want to use this opportunity to say thank you for reading my books and for those of you who support it... Thank you a million more time and readers are just as special ☺️. The Mafia's Lover has come to an end but don't be too quick to Jump the boat because it's not over untill it's over. So without Further Adieu, I am proud to announce the sequel of the Mafia's Lover. THE MAFIA'S DAUGHTER.