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Walking around the shop, I saw Rosie sitting quietly on the floor in the corner of the bookstore, holding a book in her hand and absorbing it with great interest. Ever since the child turned five years old, Stephen would send her to this bookstore. Now, she was friends with the owner of the shop. The child has been reading books in the shop for eight years, from comic books to full-text books now. She was exceptionally precious. I was watching her from the side and saw her reading a romance novel. I took out a romance novel that I had written in my early years from my bag. It was written when I was a teenager, and the feeling was from the bottom of my heart, it was filled with fantasies of a

Jayden walked among the bookcases, her eyes reading the titles and the authors of the books. Alexa had become lost in a world of fantasy, mystery, and (although she would deny it if anyone asked) romance. Her heart yearned for a connection like the ones she would read about, that total completeness that true love brought to its bearer, and it ached at the feeling of emptiness that echoed after that thought. The girls inside the bookstore remained completely unaware of the sinister presence that gazed upon them from across the empty street. Muddy eyes gleamed in ominous glee as they observed the redhead browsing books.

The car was silent for almost a minute before Anthony started to speak. “The fourth rule shall be; us displaying public affection but being ourselves in private.” “PDAs? Like what?” “Hugging, holding hands, and kissing.” I almost choked on my spit at the last thing he said. He wanted to actually do romantic things in public, with me. “K-kissing?” Anthony nodded with a look as if I was supposed to know about the rule. “We will need to do those things in public to deceive people. People on social media are smart, babe. They can sense bullshit from just posting one word. I said this before, Sandy. So, yes. The fourth rule will be; romance in public, friendship in private.”

River I’ve spent most of my life in loneliness as a teenager– in the sense of never having a boyfriend. I’d watch my friends enjoy hugs from behind, stolen kisses, saying I love you, gifts, flowers, etcetera. I never had the pleasure of having a fling, flirted with, cuddles, courtship, romance, or a connection with the opposite sex. No, I was a lonely girl with a best friend who pretty much–taco blocked me from the boys at school.

"Is this your boyfriend?" "No," I said too quickly. Jonah, still holding me, muttered under his breath. "Hoping to be." I shot him a sharp glare. Victoria's eyes sparkled at the tension. "Adorable." She turned with a little smirk and tugged Cassian's arm. "Come darling, let's check the antique bookseller." Cassian didn't say another word. He let himself be led away, the leash snapping taut ass the Dalmatian bounded ahead.

“You won’t believe the fun I just had!” Gabrielle lifted herself on one elbow, intrigued. “Where have you been?” she asked, trying to hide her curiosity. Emma grinned and flopped onto her bed carefree. “Oh, just hanging out in my boyfriend’s room!” Her relaxed tone sent Gabrielle’s mind racing with judgment. To Gabrielle, romance seemed like an unfamiliar territory filled with potential problems she had only read about in stories. “Your boyfriend? So what was so fun about being in Brad’s room?” Gabrielle asked while biting her lip in thought.

“Shouldn’t come in? Shouldn’t tell you how fucking hard it is to keep my hands off you? You kissed me back, Malia so don’t bother pretending.” “That was…” she stammered, hugging the book against her chest like it was armor. “That was a mistake.” I smirked, climbing onto the edge of her bed, ignoring the way she shrank back against the headboard. “Funny. It didn’t feel like a mistake, it felt like you finally stopped lying to yourself.” Her chest rose and fell too fast. I could see it in her eyes, panic tangled with want. “You’re making this harder than it has to be.”

he asked, his silver eyes searching my face with concern. “I’m fine,” I lied, even though I was very much not fine. Because the truth was, while Kael’s kiss was nice and sweet and everything a kiss should be, it didn’t make me feel the way Nathan’s kiss had. There was no fire burning through my veins, no desperate aching need that made me want to rip his clothes off. It was pleasant but not consuming, he was supposed to be my mate, it should be intense with keal not Nathan. And that realization made me feel horrible because I cared about Kael, I really did.