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On our wedding day, my fiancée and brother died in a tragic crash, and the shock left my mother completely bedridden. Everyone blamed me, saying I brought misfortune and death to everyone around me. However, I didn't even have time to grieve. I worked myself to the bone, hauling concrete at construction sites by day and delivering food by night, just to afford my mother's medical bills. Then came the day I took a side job wearing a mascot suit for a grand opening event. One employee mentioned, "Our boss is super rich and handsome, and his wife is so sweet. Their family is so loving. They even rescue stray cats and dogs all the time!" I stayed quiet, only worried about whether I'd make it

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"Say what? I reincarnated into a reverse novel." The system's words were like a thunderclap; not daring to believe this was true, the whole person was stunned for five seconds. Marin found a corner to sit, blankly looking at the novel in her hand without saying anything. Trying to calm her nerves, she opened the novel and read the last few chapters she hadn't finished yet. The novel [Love you more than the stars.] has very bloody content. The novel is set in a modern setting with a director's love affair with a secretary.

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She closed her next page, her fingers lingering on the paper, feeling the warmth of the paint and the lingering heat of the story. "He held me tightly as his breath was very hot against my neck as he called out my name. His movement became more urgent. I clung to him, my nails digging deeper into his shoulder. While my legs tighten against his waist as if it keeps him anonymous from escaping. And then in a rush of raw, we climax together. My body shuddered as I cried out, while he groaned into my neck. He released a powerful cum that left us breathing."

It's at the tip of my tongue to say that we will never be trying for a baby but I keep my lips sealed. "That's all." I reach down to grab the bottom of my gown, I pull it off my body, dropping it onto the bed beside me leaving me naked. "So now, fuck me," I whisper. Arousal is pumping through my body as Lucenzo's gaze takes me in, stopping on my shaved sex. His gaze goes back up and he reaches for my arm, sliding down it until he gets to my hands. He takes them into his palm and drops kisses on my fingertips. The tenderness he is displaying is so far removed from his personality that it shocks me and I let out a gasp.

She instructed her best friend and rushed to the bathroom. "What's this?" Tasha found something on her desk. she picked up the booklet and turned the pages, "A new novel?" she exclaimed. "Wait!" Arielle shouted from the bathroom, she had the habit to write it down instead of typing her stories, she used her gift to write 2-3 chapters of her new novel last night before going to bed. She rushed out with the toothbrush still on her hand. "Give that to me." "Nope. You're writing a new novel? A romance novel at that?" Tasha ran around the room reading the notes.

She would buy a new one at the airport. The next forty-eight hours moved with the swift, fluid efficiency of a racing turn. When her taxi pulled up to the international terminal the following afternoon, Naomi felt a brief, phantom ache in her hand—the familiar twinge of cold that always accompanied a shift in the weather or a spike in adrenaline. She looked down at the scarring along her knuckles, running her good thumb over the uneven skin. It was no longer a symbol of what she had lost, nor was it a party trick for men like Desmond to mimic over champagne. It was simply the price of admission for the life she was about to begin.

“A part remained to bury the bodies; the rest are with me.” At this moment Sir Novoveski raised his head, and great astonishment was reflected on his face. “In God's name, what do I see?” cried he. Then he rose, went straight to Mellehov, and said, “Ardun! And what art thou doing here, ruffian?”