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Words have as much power on a person as actions. They cut just as deep and twice as hard. A physical trauma hurts the flesh, but words, they hurt the soul.
No Saint - Ria Wilde
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Words have as much power on a person as actions. They cut just as deep and twice as hard. A physical trauma hurts the flesh, but words, they hurt the soul.
No Saint - Ria Wilde
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But when she says my name, either version of it, I can't help but feel like the sun has just risen after several days of night, like the clouds haven't just parted after endless days of rain.
Playing With Fire - Ria Wilde
Beneath these dark skies is where we began and it's only right, it's where I promise her my forever.
Beneath These Dark Skies - Ria Wilde
↪love, noah by Ria wilde. (Arc review)
Love noah is a standalone, best friends to lovers romance by Ria wilde.
Story : ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐
Plot : ⭐⭐⭐⭐
Rating : ⭐⭐⭐⭐
Writing style : smooth, flowy, easy to read.
MMC : ⭐⭐⭐
FMC : ⭐⭐⭐
Summary : [sidney has been in love with noah, her best friends since they were kids, but she couldn’t bring herself to confess her feelings afraid she’ll ruin the friendship between them, but she wants to be a mother, so noah offers her to do it the traditional way and have a baby, feelings get involved, some angst happens but they do get their happy ever after. It’s a light read and fast paced. (hide spoiler)]
Pacing : fast.
Tropes : ✅ friends to lovers.
✅ medium heat. (For me, it can be different for others).
✅ contemporary romance.
✅cute, lighthearted romance.
✅Low angst.
Type of romance : contemporary, light.
What i loved : i loved the story, the love noah and sidney had for each other, the angst, the story flowed too easily for me, i loved reading this book, and would definitely read more from this author soon. The writing was also funny, kinda made me face palm but will do.
“this man was inside my vagina” could have been better.
Favourite parts/ highlights : i loved noah and sidney stayed together, the groveling, the moments of forgiveness and love between them.Is a part of a series : no.
Plot or character driven : plot driven.Loveable characters : yes.
Strong character development : a little.Flaws of characters a main focus : not much.Interconnected/ or standalone : standalone.
Similar books : Loving the reaper by Lola king, but is dark, not lighthearted like this one, it is a friends to lovers, with secret society, secrets, and mystery if you love all of that, go give it a read.Last details : it was fun reading this book, thankyou to the author for providing me with the arc of this book. This is my honest review.
I want some opinion. As tomorrow is my birthday let's say there a lot of smut after this scene. So you guys want to read it? I'll continue these 4-5days to write and complete it. But only if you guys vote on it. 😘😘 #feelingbirthdayvibes 🤭
“Leave!” I growl.
My hands slam against his pecs but this time, he doesn’t let me do it again. He captures my wrists and yanks me forward, hard. I slam against his chest and then his mouth descends onto mine, his tongue diving between my lips. Fire erupts in my veins.
My fingers curl into his shirt, in a push or a pull, I have no idea. My back hits the wall, his chest pinning me there as his mouth continues to explore and claim mine.
“I’m not leaving,” he whispers against my lips, “I’m not leaving.”
I don’t say anything as I drag him back to me, planting my lips against his, feeling every hard inch of him against every soft part of me. He cradles my face, his tongue bar clipping against my teeth as his kiss turns hungrier with every second.
That’s how it was, hot and angry, like wildfire and a crushing tidal wave. I couldn’t take it, I couldn’t be without it either, not now I’d had it. He was right, I hated him for what he had awakened in me. I hated how fucking weak he made me, and I dreaded to think what would happen the longer we spent time together. It’s been barely any time at all, and he has consumed me, what will be left of me when he grows bored and moves on?
But I still don’t stop him as he grinds his hips forward, pressing the hard rigid length of him against the apex of my thighs, telling me exactly how I made him feel.
Lust and desire were dangerous. It clouded your judgement, fogged your senses, those red flags and the toxicity become second to the fiery need that devours your body. It makes you need rather than want, like without it would be to be without air in your lungs.
You lost control. Lost your senses. And I was letting it. Still letting it because there wasn’t enough. Once, twice, it’s not enough. He was addictive.
He groans into my mouth as my hands move to his shoulders and my fingernails bite through his shirt and sink into his skin. The noise only serves to make me wetter, needier. As if sensing it, he steps back, rubs his hand across his mouth and demands, “Strip.”
- Wicked Heart ( Ria Wilde)
Xoxo,
Ironically Witty!
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Fear is a powerful thing, it makes you weak, vulnerable and at anyone's mercy, but even knowing that, even knowing it’s the fear that will likely kill you before anything else does, you submit to it hoping if you make yourself as small as possible whatever threat is there will simply go away
- Wicked Heart (Ria Wilde)
Xoxo,
Ironically Witty!
Murder is a sport.
A wicked game of violence and power, of strategy and corruption. A line that you must tread carefully, one that will tip you off the edge should you lean too far to one side.
But when the bloodlust runs dry, and the bodies turn cold, what do you do with the left-over rage that still heats your blood? What do you do when the game isn’t finished but everyone around you has already lost?
- Wicked Heart (Ria Wilde)
Xoxo,
Ironically Witty!