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Before I can pull my head out of my ass and stop her, my soul mate gets in the car and drives away. my soul mate jumps in the car and drives away as if the dogs of hell are at her heels. are snapping at her heels. Soon, very soon, little honey bun, I'll make sure you don't run away from me again. you don't run away from me again. I go back to the living room and open the black bag. I blink several times as I take out the book and see purple tentacles on the cover. I blink and flip through it. flip through it. Holy crap. This is not the last Slade Gray book. Things happen in this book that blow my mind.

My eyes slowly lowered from his eyes onto his lips and then towards his Adams apple. I swallowed another lump on my throat. What a sexy man. As I let him watch me make my move, I could see and feel it that he wanted to touch me. He was about to move his hands when it balled into a fist. It looked like he wanted me to do more and I flashed him my sweetest smile and then got up from him. I slowly walked away from his stature and then bent my body, exposing my buttocks. Boy you should know that your love is always on my mind

I hope you enjoyed the read. I am currently working on a new story, Mine Peaches and it is a dark romance, erotic book. However, I have no idea how much readers would like to read this book. The prologue of the book would come right after this chapter. Thank you once again for reading. 🫶🏽❤️

“How long have I been out?” “About an hour. This is quite a unique book. I think you’d find it interesting as well. Miriam wrote about you.” “What the hell?” he said with a deep frown. “She didn’t mention you by name, but she definitely wrote about you and your brother Andrew. Listen,” she said and began reading out loud: A Sex Maniac’s Journal By Dr. Miriam Bachmeier Chapter four My First Encounter

Watch out for my new book, titled *The Nerdy's Seduction* Trust me, this is erotical filled and it's a teen romance. Bonus chapter coming up...

Yet he couldn't seem to ask any of those questions. After ending the call, he picked up the book he was reading, ' I am Mighty Me', and continued flipping through the pages. He was one of the first batches to have preordered the book, and he finally got his hands on it. He glanced through the book, his eyes scanning across each page, as if the gentle, delicate words on the page could allow him to interact with her inner world. There was even her own signature scribbled on the title page of the book. He chuckled when he came to the part about 'Hilden Adams'.

Carol hugged me "Hey bae." I chuckled "You wanna cut your hair too?" She asked "Yeah changing my hair color to black again I think." I said and she nodded "I'm kinda tired to see you in brown." She chuckled and we both go to the salon. Cutting our hair and I finished first since Carol make her hair ombre like Dahyun from Twice in Ooh Ahh. I walked to the bookstore to check out another book. I was hoping to get a really good book. "Amanda?" Suddenly someone called me, it's Andre

I kept walking towards my family till I got to my mom's side and broke down. I have to be strong. Time to turn a new chapter of my life.  Only two chapters left for this book. It has been quite a journey with Ireal and Blake. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did. Next on the series is When love strike ( Azrael's book) A college romance. Synopsis Azrael Infantino Blanco

I couldn’t decide if I wanted to punish him for it or reward him. I struck his shoulder lightly, deliberately, testing his reflexes. He flinched just enough, jaw tightening. I pressed my palm against his chest to pin him. He didn’t resist, but his eyes burned into mine, unflinching. His lips parted slightly, a whisper escaping: “More.” The word shouldn’t have sent a shiver down my spine. But it did. I released him, letting the chains pull him back, but my eyes didn’t leave him. “You don’t get to ask for it.” I said, voice low, controlled.

Until exhaustion dragged at my limbs and the forest grew silent. No pursuit. No pack. No Alpha. Just the cold night. I shifted back near a small clearing where moonlight pooled like liquid silver. My body trembled violently now not from power, but from everything crashing down at once. Rejection. Humiliation. Exile. I was alone, so I thought. A strange warmth bloomed in my core again. Stronger this time. I doubled over, breathing hard. The pulse returned. Alive. Rhythmic. Slowly, my fingers pressed against my stomach.