All That You Can Read Novels & Stories

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AVA Two days had passed, and the shock hadn’t faded. If anything, it had deepened, turning into a dense fog of confusion and guilt. Luke Reed. Lucian Wright. CEO. Billionaire. The man she had once shared special moments with. And yet, he’d stood on that stage with calm assurance, speaking with grace and command. There was no arrogance, no smug reveal. Just quiet power. And she'd been sitting there, breath shallow, heart racing, feeling like a fool.

About someone. And if going commando was what it took to keep that feeling alive, well...she was more than happy to oblige. Emily's eyes gleamed with mischief as she slid her phone across the sticky pub table. Sophia leaned in, squinting at the bright screen. "Don't bother wearing underwear, baby girl," Sophia read aloud, her voice a mix of awe and amusement. She let out a delighted giggle that turned heads at nearby tables. Emily felt a flush creep up her neck, remembering Lucas' commanding tone when he'd said those words to her in person. Her body tingled at the memory.

This is just insane. **********

my breathing quickens into Finn Lores space and I instantly regret as his icy blue orbs flare "Then what exactly do you want Marissa Times" Finn stalks again away; he halts My feet begin to feel unsteady, I'm shaking in my British boots "More" the word comes out like an unfinished tune, I don't quite know how to phrase whatever it is I desire with Killian Lores Finn raises his brow then slides his hands deep within his pockets; in that moment, a tiny fear creeps into me, Killian Lores can read me like an open book yet his brother is able to see through me like gelatin

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couldn’t. After a couple a tries, Adira gave up. However, she held my hand the whole ride, as if to reassure me that I was not alone. I bit my inner lips, feeling bad about it. I just didn’t know how to describe or explain what I felt. No words seemed to Be good enough to convey my feelings to others.

"With everything." End

Thank you for everything. [Goodbye] As he reads, he also reads the ribbon of message below, [You are not allowed to text this username any more]