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Lance was already planning on the things he wants to do at the mall. One afternoon, Charm asked me to go around with her before going home. She looked so sad and distracted. We went to the Square and checked out the new stores and ate pizza. She told me she broke up with Franco. They had a misunderstanding and she's not really very patient. I was upset. I really liked Franco. He seemed so dependable, kind, and smart. "I think I got bored. I was looking again for excitement. Our relationship just went through that comfortable phase." Charm picked on her food. I retorted, "He's such a nice boy. He is exactly what you need. I don't know what else you are looking for." I wanted to kick her. I

she asked mad. Nao sighed and can't say anything because he never had girlfriend or been in love since high school but the only girl he loved and it was Loki. She changed his world where filled with no motivation and colorless. Because of her very beautiful drawing and her short hair, her voice calm and confident personality. His heart began pounded fast and kept following her for the whole time. Loki fell asleep on the table. Nao could see the tears on her face, reddish ears and cheeks so he just wiped it gently and lifted her up.

*** We open the store, help a couple of early customers, and within ten minutes Matteo has commandeered a stack of receipts and started sketching circles and arrows like we’re planning a heist. “Okay,” he says. “Option one: classic romance.” “Define classic.” “Candlelit dinner. Somewhere intimate. You get down on one knee. Boom. Tears.” “That’s… reasonable,” I say. He grimaces. “But expected.” “Cara likes expected,” I argue. “She likes thoughtful,” he counters. “There’s a difference.” A woman browsing the romance section coughs pointedly, clearly eavesdropping. Matteo lowers his voice anyway. “Option two: chaos.”

Beginning of Book 3 Ruled by the Princess: Realm of the Chosen, a Reverse Harem Romance The sound of horses’ hooves beating against packed earth, cheers from the crowded stands, and the jarring clang of wood on metal were all drowned out by the sound of Princess Katrinetta’s heart beating out of her chest as she stared down from the riser. Gripping the wooden barrier that separated her from a fifteen foot fall to the arena floor beneath her, Kit’s knuckles were white, and despite the cool temperatures, a fine line of perspiration beaded her forehead.

He carries me on top of him, making us sit on the bed; my legs pass around his waist, while he is the most beautiful person in this world to me. He slowly removes my bra, making it fall to the floor. His eyes marvel as he runs his large hands over me, making my head go back. When he finishes running his sweet lips over my hard breasts, I watch him while he does it. It's so sensual to see saliva coming out of his mouth. I run my hands over his neck and put my lips on him, I immediately start giving him kisses all over his neck, and he immediately gets excited, I didn't plan to do this, but I want to touch him with my lips, I immediately run my hands over his neck. his back and I feel like he

“Maybe, but I’ve heard you tell Kimi enough werewolf stories to know what you usually read, Rose.” I rolled my eyes at him and looked over to Kimia. She just shook her head smiling. “He’s not wrong, you know,” she said. I sighed. “You’re both against me! You don’t even read them!” “What’s there to read? ‘I locked eyes with him from across the room. The most magnificent man I have ever seen. His scent was so strong it made me drool. My wolf began jumping and calling him our mate.’ You have to admit, Rose, it’s a bit ridiculous.” Kamran put his arm around my slim shoulders and began playing with my black curls.

My palms slammed against his chest to push him back. He felt massive. He was a wall of muscle. He let me shove him back two inches. "Do not say it," I panted. My breath came in fast gasps. I scrambled backward until my spine hit the headboard. "Do not go there, Sebastian." "Elliot," he said. His brow furrowed as he reached for my wrist. "No!" I pulled my arm away. I tucked my hands close to my chest. My heart was a hammer against my ribs. The honey scent off my skin turned sharp and sour with alarm. "We don't do this. We don't have feelings. We don't do romance."

she replied, and with that, their lips collided again. He arranged her on the mattress, and in there, their passion collided into soaring heights, whispered sweet nothings, shared heaving breaths, exchanged moaning words of delight and with the moon as the sole witness and a couple of thousand fireworks exploding up in the sky. The End **** Thank you for reading this story, my dear readers. This is the first story ever that I made twelve years ago. ^_^' I recommend you to read, The Alpha King's Claim, My Demon Butler Serves Me and My Scythe-Wielding Husband, if you haven't yet. They have strong heroines and equally strong and handsome male leads if you're looking for that. Take care! Author