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Found 32 short novels in Billionaire Romance
"I don't need a pity handkerchief." I yank the paper from my hand and try to fold my face into something steady. "You don't have to be brave all the time," he says, calm as if he's reminding me to breathe. His voice is low and tidy. He is taller than me by a lot. He hands me the handkerchief without looking like a man giving charity. He looks like a man making an honest choice. "I can manage," I whisper. "You don't have to manage alone." Those words land heavy. I wipe my face and...
"Get away!" I shouted, and my shoe hit the wet alley wall. I backed into the dark and two men stepped closer, smelling like cheap liquor. "Pretty thing," one of them slurred. "Come sit with us." "I said no," I said. My voice trembled even when I tried to make it steady. "Don't be like that," the second man said and grabbed my sleeve. I kicked. One hit the groin and cursed. The other reached for me. "Stop!" a man's voice cut through the night. A fist flew. One drunk went flying. The...
I woke up gasping, my hand pressed hard to the place my dream had been stabbed. "You're okay," I told myself out loud, but my voice shook. The silk nightgown clung to me. The room around me was quiet. The dream had been too real—too sharp. I could still feel a blade, the wet sting, the smell of iron. My phone chimed. I looked at the screen. A string of symbols I knew by heart blinked bright. "Eleven, someone found who you asked for," the voice said when I answered. "Good," I...
"I will decide my fate, not heaven!" I screamed and swung my sword up into the sky. "Cut the drama, you old sky," I said, as lightning pounded the peak. Hair singed, I spat black smoke and cursed the thunder like a sailor. A moment later, the thunder stopped. The lightning fell apart like someone had turned off a lamp. "Hey!" a man shouted from above as he spun out of the lightning and rode a current up, or rather, away. "You dog of a sky! You think you can hit me like that?" His...
"I can't be your wife," I said, and the room smelled of smoke. They laughed. Janelle pushed the cup back across the table. "You don't get to choose, Kinsley. You never did." Tomas stood, his shadow long on the dirt floor. "Tonight. After they leave, we'll finish the vows." "I won't—" I lifted the bottle I had hidden under the blanket. The bottle was cheap liquor. My hands were steady. I tipped it over my head. "No!" someone shouted. My voice sounded small even to my own...
“Phoenix, do you remember me?” I said it before the elevator doors closed, and his face went still like a statue. He did not smile. He did not reach for my hand. He looked at me like I belonged to a past he had outlawed. “You have no right to bear my child,” he said. His voice was calm and cold. The kind of cold that shuts doors. My heart hit my ribs. Three years ago he whispered in my ear that he wanted a daughter. Three years ago we promised nonsense on old stairs. Three years ago...
I woke with my heart pounding. "Not again," I mouthed, hands trying to steady a body that still felt like glass. I swung my legs out of bed and cursed the cold. My left leg ached like someone had set it on fire and left it there. I winced and pulled my delivery jacket tight. "Morning, Journee," the landlord barked through the thin door. "Morning," I called back, voice small. I eat, I work, I sleep. Repeat. That was my life now. Three years ago I had a different life—bright...
"I don't owe you anything," I said, and I dropped the rice bowl. I—Julianna Adkins—was sitting under the village courtyard sun when my life split into two. One moment I was a city woman with a subway card. The next I had a red string and a white jade pendant at my throat and a whole shabby village staring at me. "This is my house," a woman said, looking at me as if I had no right. She was thin, patched clothes, greedy eyes. "You belong to that family? Bring the water. Bring the...
"I told you to open the door!" I slammed my palm into the heavy gate again and felt the steel bite into my skin. "Please," I gasped, and the snow filled my voice. "Please, Jordan. I'm dying out here." The gate cracked open and a poised woman appeared. She wore furs and an expression like a closed vault. "You shouldn't be here at one in the morning," Katrina Gibson said, and her voice cut colder than the wind. "What are you doing making a scene?" "I need to see Jordan," I said....
“Do you hate me?” I asked before I could stop my voice. He froze like the world had paused for me. Romeo Salazar’s jaw worked once, then he smiled a small, unreadable smile. “No,” he said. “Why would you hate me, Gracelyn?” I shouldn’t have answered. My mouth always betrayed me. “I… I don’t hate you,” I said, stumbling over the words. “I… I don’t.” He watched my mouth like it was the only thing in the room that mattered. Around us the library hummed with study lamps and whispered...
“Get in,” he said. I slid into the passenger seat before I knew why. The car smelled like cold leather and lemon. Rain tapped the glass. My heart still thudded from the exam I’d just finished and the stupid little lie I’d told to help a friend that morning. “You okay?” he asked after a long beat. “Fine.” I wrapped my hands around my bag. “Thank you for the lift.” He looked at me for a second, then back at the road. Wesley Daley had that way of making everything feel a degree...
I stepped out of the prison gate with the sun on my face and nothing in my hands but a paper bag and a borrowed dress. "Come on, Ava," Claudia Harper said, smiling too wide. "Let's fix you up. New hair, new life." "I can do this," I lied, my voice small. Jaelynn Everett laughed from the back seat. "Don't be so grim. Eat. Drink. Live for once." They took me to a hotel. They cut my hair and fed me very bland soup, and then Jaelynn pushed me toward the bar. "Find an older man," she...
