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It's soft, lingering, and full of every tomorrow still ahead of us. My father’s blessing still warms my chest like a steady flame. The kingdom is steadier and more hopeful than it has been in years. And here, in the firelight, with the woman I love more than anything and the future we have already begun creating, I know without any doubt that we have found our real fairy tale. Not the flawless, polished version from childhood storybooks, but the honest, passionate, sometimes messy one that chose to step bravely out of the shadows and into the full, bright light of day.

And the silence hurts worse than anything. End of story 3

Victor added pointing towards me with an unfriendly look which I waved towards her. " Just when the old Luna and moon goddess was in, it was like a rule that triplets would be caused so anyone who gave birth to triplets In the human world made sure they separated their children immediately after birth Just to prevent the cause. So on the night of the full moon at both worlds, you three were born in this house indoors in the most hidden room so it can't be traced to anyone nor even the doctor in charge since all were werewolves. So you three parents died during a car accident then I hid the truth and just made you all love each other and still made those bonds even though I lied you were cous

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I dived into my bed with the magazine. “Just what I needed.” I muttered, I was very horny, but I tried to fight the thoughts that were coming to my mind, but the magazine in front of me wasn't helping matters. "Fuck it," I muttered, carefully scanning the magazine. It was a sex and foreplay guide. My eyes nearly popped off at the next picture. A man was sucking off the breasts of a woman who was obviously enjoying herself. I felt a rush to my pussy. I instantly knew had to do this before I completely lost my mind.

Well, I can't fuck myself, someone has to do the fucking" I replied. He chuckled. I returned to his cock, sucking like a slut in heat. I made sexual sounds to excite him; years of watching p**n and reading erotic stories had taught me that men love hearing erotic moans from women, even if they are just for effect, not because my pussy is actually getting stimulated. The New York best selling romantic novels were my best companions during my college days.

My heart was beating so loud, I was scared the waiter could hear it at this point. As I approached them, feigning confidence I didn't have, I noticed their eyes wander from my face to my breasts to my thighs, whispering in each other's ears and smirking right after. The whole thing was making me so anxious—I was so scared I'd mistakenly miss a step and fall in these goddamn heels. Of all nights? Why today, dear lord? “Shirley!” Damian says out loud when I’m barely a feet away from them, his eyes dropping to my popping breasts. “Haven’t seen you in ages. Where the hell have you been? You look sexy as fuck.”

More, and more. End of Book 1

It won't happen again. "No, it's fine," I lied smoothly, trying to ignore the way my core tightened just remembering what I'd done while listening to him. "I needed to get some writing work done anyway." He leaned his heavy shoulder against the wall, sipping his coffee while his silver eyes thoroughly studied my face. "What do you do?" "I write books," I said. An eyebrow lifted, his interest clearly piqued. "An author? That's Impressive. What kind?" I stared into my cup, definitely not wanting him to know what kind of books I wrote. "Romance."