Novel & Cerita Blind Date With A Book Dark Romance

Charlie wasn’t surprised that she pushed a button she shouldn’t have. Impulsive might as well be her middle name. Besides it was on the same screen as the picture of a hot guy who’s eyes could steal your soul. She didn’t plan on the action sending him to her door the next day. Usually, she manages to get herself out of trouble, but this time, Charlie is in deeper than she could have imagined. Her date is a werewolf, and he has plans for their life together in an underground world of shifters she didn't know existed. Walking away from her sexy werewolf won't be easy, though. True-mate attraction is hard to fight, and Charlie has to decide if forever love is worth the price she has to pay…

I bit my bottom lip, shrugging. "What kind of books do you mean? There are motivational books, novels..." I trailed off, listing various genres. Colby rubbed his face, frustration etched on his features. "The book I'm talking about is...dark. Dark romance." I cocked my head, signing, "I do read that. Why? What's wrong?" Colby's eyes seemed to bore into mine. "Then you might know...have you ever had any fantasies? Like, reading them, did you ever imagine..." He trailed off, his gaze intense.

In my dreams, I am back at the Vampire palace and this time I am in Blake’s room. He is in bed in just silk pajama pants. He is reading a book and he seems so engrossed in the book. I move closer to see the title of the book. When I decipher it, I laugh happily. He is reading the exact same book I am reading, ‘Haunting Adeline.’ He must also be into dark romance.

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He retrieved the novel and red the title out loud. “Forcefully Wedded, ruthlessly loved by the Billionaire Mafia.” “What type of book is this, is it about naked people?” He teased, he was referring to the barely dressed couples on the cover page who looked like they were actually having sex. “It’s a dark romance.” I said shyly. “How dark is it?” He asked. “Oh! The Male lead is unhinged and a total red flag. He reminds me of you.” “So I am unhinged and a total red flag?” He asked, leaning towards me.

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It belongs to him, but I’m not telling him that. Colin rips my shirt off without ever breaking our kiss. His pajama pants fight to keep his erection caged when he rubs it against my lace-covered core. The tingles soak the lace in need. Colin pulls away from me, his hazel eyes swirling with gold. I can only guess his wolf is present to. The dance of colors is mesmerizing. His eyes never leave mine as he flicks the lace underwear off my body. He takes a deep breath. The smell of my desire turns his eyes black.

Her heart beat a mile a minute against her chest. “My pussy is waiting…” Blaze needed to feel him deep inside her, filling her, completing her. A growl rumbled in his throat as his hands started to undress her quickly. Her fingers were trembling, but Blaze succeeded in her mission of taking his pants off. Finally, they were both naked. “You are so damn sexy…” Fabien said, pressing his forehead against hers. “Turn around, chérie.” Keeping eye contact, she did what he asked. In the darkened room, shadows bathed his handsome face.

“Then prove it. Tell me no right now. Tell me you don’t dream of me at night. Tell me you don’t ache every time I leave you alone.” My throat closed. I couldn’t say it. And Damien knew. In one smooth motion, he stood and rounded the table, tugging me up by the wrist before I could stop him. My books clattered to the floor, ignored. “Damien—” He didn’t let me finish. He dragged me between the shelves, deeper into the maze of books until we were swallowed in shadows. His back hit the wall first, and then he pulled me flush against him, his mouth crashing onto mine.

Still, the way he said it, like the words made me feel small. “Tell me, Snow,” he pressed, voice dipping lower. “What kind of books do you read?” My stomach dropped and panic fluttered in my chest. If he knew, if he even suspected. The facade I’d built so carefully for my parents would crumble to dust. He couldn’t know that behind closed doors, I consumed more dark romance and filth than any good girl should. The sound of the front door swinging open snapped the moment in half. I blinked, tearing my gaze away just in time to see my dad stride in. Relief flooded me so fast my knees almost buckled.