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Greg and Amelia both confessed their love for each other and started a relationship. ~End~ Author’s Note: Next Story “The Fantasies”

Back then, he had used this trick to win over her heart too. Looking back, she finally realized how stupid she was before. A man’s promise was only a lie. All the romantic gestures were traps to bedazzle the woman’s heart. The corners of her lips twitched into a sardonic smile as she held the bouquet of flowers. Matthew thought success was near upon seeing her smile. Immediately, he did as he had rehearsed before and led her toward the hall that was covered with fresh flowers. He readjusted his emotions, knelt one knee, and held her hands. “Christina, I like you. Be my girlfriend.”

How I met him was quite a meet-cute, never have I been in a relationship this passionate. He was everything and supported me, he gave me all I ever asked for. Since I first met him at the club, where I turned from a waitress to a striper, he had always hovered around me. He made me felt special, I could see his love for me in his eyes. We never had any problems, just small irrelevant arguments. I have been dreaming about the day he would propose to me, to be sincere, I have never been this patient in my life.

Their eyes met across the room. The world stopped. Emma felt it—the snap of destiny locking into place, a golden thread of fate weaving their souls together with the inevitability of stars falling into alignment. The mate bond blazed to life, filling her with joy so intense it brought tears to her eyes. Her wolf howled in triumph, recognizing the other half of their soul. All her life she'd dreamed of this moment, imagining how it would feel to find the one person the Moon Goddess had created just for her.

he said, his voice breaking into a small smile, “I get to choose what matters. And it’s not the company. It’s not the headlines. It’s you.” I wanted to argue. To tell him he was being reckless, foolish, romantic to the point of ruin. But when he kissed my forehead, all I could do was hold him — because deep down, I knew this was the beginning of something real. Not the billionaire and the artist. Just Rand and Elena. And in the quiet after the storm, that was enough.

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

~ NATALIA ~ His tattoo was gorgeous for me to look away. It was like it was telling a story. “Do you like it that much?” Romeo chuckled, his chest bounced when he chuckled. He caught me checking out his tattoo. It was like I couldn’t admire his tattoo and I was never a shy-away- girl, “Yes. It’s beautiful and my thought was clouded with guesses of ‘what could be a story behind this tattoo.’”I told him honestly. I wouldn’t have told him that if we were at the packhouse cause he let me around me and we never really spent time so that our bond could get stronger.

he interrupted. “Stop following me Jax,” I commanded establishing my authority changing the conversation because at the end of the day he was just a massive fan of mine. “No, I want recommendations on books, preferably the slow burns with two people trying to fight their connection when they were soulmates from the moment they met but they were blind.” I know what he was doing. He was trying to describe our romance but ours was a tragedy, not a romance in my books anyway. I huffed annoyed and played his game, by saying “I would recommend Birthday Girl by Penelo-“

“This is you, Kayla—radiant, mine.” His kiss was slow, deep, his lips warm against mine, a quiet promise that eased my fears. I leaned into him, my body softening, the sapphire gown shimmering in the moonlight. Xiamond’s rumors were noise, but his love was my anchor. I wasn’t the waitress hiding anymore; I was Kayla Reed, his partner, claiming my place.