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She began to hear his voice, deep and resonant, drifting up from the lower floors – sometimes calm, sometimes sharp with command, but never without an underlying intensity. Her thoughts became consumed by him. Not out of affection, not out of desire, but out of a desperate need to understand the man who held her fate in his hands. She analyzed his every fleeting expression, every nuanced gesture. The journal had revealed Isabella’s love for him, a love that transcended his dangerous world. Amara found herself battling a terrifying, forbidden curiosity. Could such a man truly be loved? Could he truly love in return?

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The world outside ceased to exist as I willingly surrendered myself to the intoxicating allure of this enchanting tale. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the room, I reluctantly closed the book, the final pages whispering a bittersweet farewell. Isabella and Lewis story had reached its conclusion, leaving me with a lingering sense of longing. I longed for a love that could ignite my soul, a love that would sweep me off my feet and carry me away to a realm where dreams and reality merged. With a contented sigh, I placed the book back on the shelf, its place now vacant, but its impact etched upon my heart. I knew that I would return to it, again and again, se

The god of death was curiously silent for a few painstaking moments and when Proserpina was about to give up, thinking that he was not going to answer, his voice came out as a sigh… like a mournful whisper. ‘…Most stories are,’ Proserpina stares at the word ‘beloved’. The ink looked like it had been smeared. Like a teardrop has fallen and stained the page. “Whoever this was, this… beloved,” the young goddess finally deigns to say, when she was certain that her voice will come out steady, gloved fingers gently brushing over the faded word, knowing the words to be the truth before they even passed her lips, “…they certainly must be gone a long time ago.”

Usually when Alland’s mood is not good, he will vent it through novels, and it works very well on him. Fifteen minutes passed, Alland turned the pages of the novel. Then he threw it aside. He let out a rough breath. For some reason, this time he felt annoyed reading the romance genre novel. He felt that love only existed in novels. He never even felt true love. It’s unfortunate. “Love is bullshit.” Camella opened her eyes slowly, adjusting to the light coming in through the curtains. She still felt very weak, his body was so weak, plus she had not eaten all night.

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She chuckled, causing Christopher to chuckle. “I would usually saying the things around me,” he replied, “But ‘To Love’ isn’t merely by the things around me. Yes, the things around me have a contribution to the story, but the story is plain fiction. I sat down and thought. Though of how women are supposed to and how men are supposed to, then though of how things are rather. How they truly are, and that was how I began to come up with the plot. The fact that Anna is the type of woman that most people wouldn’t bother approaching, because they ‘think’.” Christopher air quotes think. “And that made her feel she was missing something, causing her to often want to be a lone and try to always seclu

, she whispered, getting a disapproving look from him, knowing how it bothered him that she thought of herself, that she was a monster. “They weren’t true beloved ones”, he said, with a pain in his voice. “That could be true, but I believe differently, that your father loved your mother so much, that she became his beloved one, having her blood , and you”, she stated, leaving him speechless. “You are amazing woman, I wish that is true, but we don’t know the whole story”, he said. “Because last time I remember, he was with that witch, leaving mother and me”, his voice was full of bitterness.

I know she would but, I do not feel it in my heart yet. We walked away from the mountains, and back towards Ithaca New York. I cannot wait to return to Chicago, though I know I will be leaving for London first. Not sure, how long I will be gone but, I need this time away. I reflect on our conversation, my head hears his words but, my cold dead heart yearns for someone who is beyond my reach forever. Somewhere in my mind, a small voice whispers ‘this is the reason why every woman you’ve ever fed off you inevitably fucked, admit hunter, you’re craving to be loved again" I refuse to admit this, whoever is speaking in my head is wrong "you need to stop hunt fucking, your heart wants to feel agai