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mumbling encouraging words. James hand stoking my head a comforting touch my mom used to make. And Alexander letting my rest my head against his chest. “Alexander and I we will continue 12th grade and you will finish your 11th grade and in 3 months it will be summer and we can take a break.” He says and tries to make things sound better than it was. His eyes hopeful that we don’t break down again. I nod. Avoiding their eye contact and stepping away walking 23 paces to the left I open our front door and step out onto our white porch. Sitting on the small swing/ rocker I curl there and try to take comfort in knowing my brothers have everything handled.
Walking through the house I have memories. In each rooms a new memory. In Chris’s room I remember spilling baby powder everywhere my mom laughing at me when I try to clean it up ending up with white hair. My parents room when I was five my brothers 7 we were playing dress up and I was their princes they were my knight s in shining armor. I had broken moms red heels, the ones with the flowers on the top strap. James tried to tape it back together and dad decided we would blame the dog. My mom making us lemonade Alexander adding four more spoonfuls of sugar. Smiling I walk down the stairs staring at the empty spaces all the boxes in the moving truck. I take final look at the kitchen and wipe away a small tear I walk out and grab a box we were forgetting in the porch. Getting in my car I sit in the car, my head spinning. This is it. No more Sunday morning breakfast. No more broken toasters and no more summer nights spent swinging on the swings or attempting to grill some meat without burning our house down. No more. Once I pull out of this drive way this it is. I can’t look back. All I have are my memories and that’s it. The photos in were the people eyes tell the story. Backing out of the driveway I look back in my review mirror saying goodbye to my house. My memories. Were the past lays, on the top of the grass hill. Were events happened and my first date was interviewed on that porch. James first broken leg, as he wobbled onto the stairs and almost fell again. Were stories and mystery’s are locked away in the squeaky floorboards and secrets’ were whispered in the closets of our rooms.

Walking up the stone steps walkway I carry my photos in a box, my dog following on my leash. Hesitantly walking up the few steps up the wood porch that looped around the whole house. The house looked huge. I can hear my brothers voices greeting people and I lift an eyebrow. How many people live here? I grunt trying to climb up the stairs and dump the box on the ground. “Mother jumble. I hate heavy boxes!” I stare at it for a moment before looking up when I hear the sinker. A tall boy with black hair flopped over his emerald forest green eyes stared at me with a smug look on his face. His eyebrows raised. I look at him. “What?” he stares at me? “Mother jumble?” he snickers. I nod. “Yes I don’t curse unless im mad. Or excited.” I place my hand son my hips and stare at him. There were two awkward moments until James comes out. “Oh violet! You met adam.” I nod. Instant hatred. “Well come inside and met the roommates.” I bend down to pick it up when James picks it up with no effort. I follow behind him the small dog following behind. Walking two paces I enter a doorway and into the houses hallway. On the walls it’s all photographs with people on them. All staring at me. Once you walk ten paces forward you see two doorways on either of you. To the left you would enter the living room, were we entered. The furniture black and a small wood table in the center. A TV propped on top of a fireplace, even more photos on the walls and on the mantel of the fireplace. A bookshelf hat goes up to the ceiling crowded knick knacks and photraphs; exiting through a different door we enter a dingin room and then a kitchen. When we exit the kitchen I notice that we ended up making a complete turn of the whole bottom floor and were in the same hallway we started. This house was huge beocase we continued down the hallway, passing door after door, James telling me that all four of them belonged to people. At the end of the hallway we met with a staircase winding up. I look up and I can see the two floors that await us, the stairs going in circles. James goes ahead and starts climbing. 15 steps later we make it to the second floor, were the bathroom is shown and then the other 2 rooms were occupied by James and Alexander. Down the hallway we walk into a small den a TV set up with couches set up around it. Leaving the second floor we beginning our ascend towards the third floor. “Adams room is to the left, the bathroom is right in front of the staircase and then you’re room to the right. Down the hallways is the Sebastian’s room.” He finishes his tour and smiles at me. “Are you okay didi I go to fast?” I shake my head. “No im fine. Just a little tired. Thast all.” He smiles sadly and hugs me. “I miss them but I know they don’t want us to be sad. Get some rest everything will be clearer in the morning” he kisses my forehead and past my head placing the box in my room, I watch him climb the staircase and stop at the second floor. I hear his door slam slightly and I sigh. I open my room and blindly fall into the bed. My eyes instantly closing.
I wake up to silence. No humming of the toaster or the smell of coffee. No noisy step sounding everytinme somebody steps on it. Just silence.
I sit there and listen
I sit there and I cry.
I don’t know how long I cried. It could have been hours but I donh stop when I hear my phone ring and I dotn stop when I hear my door creak open. I sit there on my bed crying silently to myself. I feel my brother’s protective arms surround me and then I break down all over again. My tears and sobs echoing throughout the room. Once I control myself I sigh and close my eyes. “Im okay now.” Silence. “No really im fine. It was just the shock of everything just hit me right now and it’s a lot to take in,” I take a deep breath. Still they sit there waiting for me to break down again. “no im okay im just going to get ready go downstairs.” I stand up and go through my boxes until I find a pair of shorts and a tank top my towel and other stuff I needed. I walk to the door and open it, they following me. I walk into the no decorated bathroom, the black green walls dull and boring. I watch them walk down the stair worry etched into their faces, before I slam the door shut. Showering I put on my favorite lotion I use to help me feel calm and let my hair dry natural curly, my bangs falling limp into my eyes. Putting on some studs and my favorite necklace my parents gave me I slip on the shorts and the purple tank top a white one underneath. My purple converse laced I walk downstairs the flow of voices reaching my ears. Stepping into the hallway I enter the first door. I end up in the living room. I look around and keep going until I find the kitchen. I enter it and find my brothers surrounded with five other guys. They all ignore me all focused on something. I slip past them and open the refrigerator grabbing a water bottle I slip past them again and grab an apple. Sitting on one of the breakfast bars stool chair. Alexander is the first to notice my presence. “Oh you’re here.”I nod and finish my apple. Then they all look up. They all looks surprised.
“Who’s the chick?” one of them asks. I roll my eyes.
“This chick has a name and her name is violet thanks for asking.”
They all snicker. One of them in the back laughs. “She got sass.” I roll my eyes. James looks furious. “Listen guys this is violet, our sister. Repeat SISTER if you touch her we will hurt you.” I smirk and cross my arms. The all look at James and nod. Sadness and disappointment obvious. James the stand ups.
“So these crazy gus are: parker, CJ, Xavier, Ian and Sebastian. Oh and Adam.” He nods to them. “Guys this is my sister violet” I smile and wave. I hop off the stool. Alexander stand sup. “Were you going?” I look at him. “School?” he shakes his head. “No need we have a week before we start. Our mourning time.” I shake my head. “Why do I need mourning time? Mourning is for people to cry over death and im not going to sit here all day and cry and drown myself with despair.” I shake my head. Fixing my head band. James laughs. “Fine you dotn have to “mourn” but just chill out don’t be such a nerd.” I scoff. “I am no such thing. You take that back.” He laughs and walks out of the room. I stare at him retreat and then stand there and bite my lip. “Then what am I supposed to do?” Alexander shrugs. “Go unpack?” I shrug. “Why? Were not staying here.” He looks taken by surprise. “Were not?”
I laugh, “no of course not. You don’t expect me to live with eight boys under one roof now do you?” he looks confused.
“James!” I yell running after him. My panics attack coming back. Catching up to him I tug at his shirt.
“Were not actually staying here! Right I can’t stay here was going to go away and move and it will only be us right?” he looks at me. “No violet, we stay here. Don’t worry ill protect you. None of these guys will ever hurt you like hi-” he stops mid sentence his jaw tightening at the past memory. I shrug away the dark feeling creeping past my shoulder. He looks at me his jaw still tightened and a dark look in his face. Without saying a word he runs up the stairs and slams his door. I wince. I stand there and awkwardly slip out of the house. Grabbing my car keys I drive out of the driveway, not knowing where to go. Finding a gas station I fill up my gas tank and start driving. Finding a small town, I drive by. A movie theater, two small diners and fancy restaurant. Some small little stores and
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