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Bound By Blood: The Step-Brothers' Temptation

Bound By Blood: The Step-Brothers' Temptation

“Mind if I read to you, princess of pain?” “Only if you feed me chocolate between stanzas.” He grinned. “Deal.” He sat beside me and opened the book with a kind of reverence that didn’t match his cocky voice. The poems he read weren’t romantic. Not exactly. But they had teeth. Rhythm. Rage. And something underneath it all that felt like devotion, buried deep. I listened with my eyes closed, breathing in the sound of his voice, the scent of tea, the ghost of Luca’s touch, the fading warmth of Nico’s fingers.
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WHEN FORTUNE BECOMES A BOND

WHEN FORTUNE BECOMES A BOND

A w‌ee‌k after the bookstore, a plain, unmarked package was deliv‌ered to Elara’s studio. There was no⁠ retu‍rn address⁠, no not‍e. W‌ar⁠y⁠, she opened it to find‌ not a weap⁠on or a threat, but a book. Th‍e‍ sam‍e lea‍ther-bo‍und collection of Mary Oliver poems they had both reached for.
10801 VuesEn coursAjouté à la bibliothèque 25 fois en tant que a book of poetry
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Désiré Me 2

Désiré Me 2

The tension in the penthouse has become a palpable entity, a third twin born from jealousy and paranoia. The black orchid has wilted, but its toxic scent still permeates the air. Voronin has sown a seed, and I feel its roots sinking deeply into me, intertwined with those that Sasha and Niko have planted. Eva A week after the gallery, a book arrives. A collection of 19th-century French poetry, bound in worn leather. No card. I open it to a page marked by a black silk ribbon. The poem is "To a Passerby" by Baudelaire.
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The Heiress Returns: Reclaiming My Legacy

The Heiress Returns: Reclaiming My Legacy

“It reminds me that we’re all just figuring it out. Life, love… everything.” Her eyes lingered on mine for a moment too long before she tucked the book under her arm. “I’m taking this one,” she said with a smile. Afterward, we walked two blocks down to a small café that hosted poetry readings every Friday night. The place was dimly lit, candles flickering on every table, the air humming with soft jazz and the occasional snapping of fingers after each poem.
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The Villainous Emperor is My Pet?

The Villainous Emperor is My Pet?

"A book." The prince gave me a slow smile. "I want to know which book it is." "It's a book…" I wrecked my brain. What kind of book? I couldn't say that I read the entire story on a laptop screen. I was dying from the poison. "Book of… book of…" "Book of prediction?" He suggested. "Yes!" I clapped my hand. "That's exactly it." I had no idea about a book of prediction. Since this evil emperor said it, it must be a book for sure.
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OWNED BY MY EX'S GODFATHER

OWNED BY MY EX'S GODFATHER

I close the door quietly. I spend an hour in the smaller library looking at the books. He has everything. Fiction. Nonfiction. Art books. History. A whole shelf of poetry that looks like it has never been touched. I pull out a volume of Mary Oliver and flip through it. Someone has dog-eared a page. I read the poem. "Wild Geese." I read it twice.
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My Step Uncle is my Mate

My Step Uncle is my Mate

I pulled one out at random, a collection of poetry, and began to read. I sat on the couch, surrounded by the silence of the beach house, lost in the words of the poetry book. The verses spoke of love, loss, and longing. I felt a pang in my chest as I read, recognizing the emotions that had been swirling inside me. The poet's words were like a mirror, reflecting my own thoughts and feelings back at me.
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Foxy And Her Guardian

Foxy And Her Guardian

She asked as she opened the book – not understanding a word it says. “Poetry,” He answered. Faith raised her eyebrow and flip through the pages to learn, that it indeed was written in a way poetry is often printed. Something about the font suggested to her that it was handwritten. She couldn’t tell properly, but it was – then whoever wrote it had such beautiful and curvaceous handwriting. It makes her want to read it.
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