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But there was more than that. "You don't understand, Abu. It was fate!" Stephan stated. "Fate?! What do you mean?" Zanea interrupted. Stephan looked at Kram and Kram nodded his head to him, allowing him to send the message. "There is a prophecy," Stephan paused for a while and Abu could see the fear in his eyes. He sharpened his gazes at him and asked, "What is the prophecy about?" Stephan took a deep breath and braced himself, "There once a prophecy that there would be an angel who will soon mate a vampire and will bear a vampire-angel hybrid, who will multiply their lineage and will create a massive war among all creatures and all will fight for life and death."

Carina lay in bed, her body already aroused from the hours she had spent reading the erotic novel she had recently brought. Feeling the dampness between her thighs as she read the passionate sex between the leads, she closed her eyes and let out a soft moan imagining what it would be like to be the female lead. She ended the book at the point where the male lead let out a lewd growl as he cummed inside the female lead’s hole.

I always give my social medi@ page but if it feels good to you and makes you happy to write a negative review and ruin all the hard work and sleepless nights I am putting into this book, then go ahead! As a writer it's really disheartening and demotivating because conveying emotions, making you laugh and cry with the words is not an easy task. In the beginning and even in the middle, I gave multiple warnings about dark theme. And if you are finding that what Damien has done to Angel is too much than you haven't actually read any dark romance yet. I am not the kind of person who rants like this or gets angry but I can't tolerate it when it becomes too much.

“Like it’s just another war you have to control.” “It is.” “No,” she said firmly. “It stopped being just that the moment you kissed me.” Silence. Deep. Heavy. Unavoidable. “And now?” she asked. His breath slowed. “Now it’s complicated.” Nyra almost laughed—but there was no humor in it. “Complicated?” she repeated. “That’s what you’re calling this?” “What do you want me to call it?” She didn’t hesitate. “Real.” The word settled between them like something fragile and dangerous.

When he stopped in front of me, the bond roared to life — the scent of pine and smoke from his skin tangled with mine, making my knees weak. “Aria,” he said, my name rolling off his tongue in a voice like low thunder. I swallowed. “Alpha.” The corner of his mouth twitched, but not into anything resembling warmth. “The Moon Goddess has an unusual sense of humor.” His gaze raked over me slowly, lingering for a heartbeat too long on my lips before moving up to meet my eyes again. Around us, whispers began to ripple through the gathering like a breeze before a storm. *“They’re mates?”* *“Impossible…”* *“The Alpha and a servant?”*

Their hollow eyes made my skin crawl. "Exchange your vows." The ghost bride slowly lowered her head toward me. In that instant, a small piece of skull slipped loose from the side of her forehead and fell. Right then, I heard the system notification: [Ding! Congratulations on successfully selecting your target: Ximena Ferguson.] [Target has gifted you a blood-red formal suit. It has been added to your inventory. Bonus reward: one universal glue.] [Please remove the nail from Ximena's head and use the universal glue to repair her skull to increase intimacy.]

I told him I wasn’t the one begging for distance every time things got real. The motherfucker left the next morning after we fucked for two hours straight and I still wasn’t satisfied. Trust me, the hours weren’t the problem—I just couldn’t get enough of it. He didn't grind my pussy as much as I'd fantasized it. He barely even touched the surface. What a waste! My fourth boyfriend didn’t even give an explanation. He just stopped replying to my messages after a night he called “perfect.” That night barely even beat what my hands could do for themselves. How could he call that ‘perfect’?

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"The room is enchanted. To help you remember. I want your memories back soon—before the baby is born. You need to be whole again." Annie backed away, frustrated, heart racing. "I'm not Annitore. I won't be." Belarie caught her arm gently, pulling her close. His body was warm, solid, his heartbeat steady against her chest. "You are," he murmured, voice soft and soothing. "Let me show you." He cupped her face, thumbs brushing her cheeks, eyes locking on hers. Memories—not hers—flickered: a kiss in a moonlit forest between Annitore and Owaine, whispers and confessions of their love for each other.

Angel might be cool but it ends with a paper- she wants the money I want the baby, and the married tag not minding the divorce later on. It’s not based on love and getting in our feelings will ruin our goals. Getting carried away with silly emotions isn’t part of the plan. The plan is to get married get her pregnant after the birth of the baby within a year duration her divorce under undisclosed differences, and part ways but the more we spend time in each other spaces I tend to like her, want to be with her and secretly obsess over her what it would feel like running my fingers in her folds, tasting her juices and making her cry my name in pleasure. Angel peered her eyes open, a slow quiver