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with a tone that meant everything and nothing. But it wasn’t working. Because the truth sat right there in the hollow space between my ribs. I loved him. Not with a childish crush or a fleeting fantasy. No—this love was sewn into me, in every scar, in every smile I’d ever worn because of him. And I couldn’t unlove him, even if I wanted to. Even if I tried. And God… I had tried. I've tried millions of times. But his mere or touch, his voice was enough to make me fall again.

she asked herself. “Ever heard of a forbidden love trope? Like in romance books or movies even?” Richard said, standing up and walking a bit, Solene gazed at his plump masculine buttocks and a side view of his relaxed cock. “How? How do we make that possible?” She asked getting out of bed and walking over to him. “I'm here for you Sol. But that part is up to you. I'll have your back no matter what though. Get creative baby,” he turned to face her then grabbed her by the waist.

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“It wasn't easy. But seeing how much Dad regrets hurting you, and how you two... connect. I was angry, but I get it now. Love doesn't follow rules.” Love? The word hung in the air, electric. Mr. Alfred's gaze locked on mine, intense and hungry. Before I could process, he stood, pulling me up with him. His lips crashed against mine in a fierce kiss, his tongue invading my mouth as his hands roamed my body, squeezing my ass possessively. “Kamilla,” he growled against my skin, “I can't lose you. Not like this.” Katrina cleared her throat awkwardly. “I'll... give you two some space. Just... be careful this time.” She slipped out, leaving us alone.

She asked. Naya blinked, wondering why Selene wanted to know that. She shook her head. "No, I haven't. Is anything the matter?" She asked, feeling scared for Selene. "I'm curious." Selene shrugged. "Well, I know someone who has before, and it didn't turn out well. She fell in love with her step brother and they started to date. Everyone was against it, including her mother and the pack in general but the girl was adamant and insisted he was the one she wants. Fast forward to months later, she got pregnant and he ran away, telling her she was just his sister and getting pregnant wasn't the plan. We haven't seen him in years and the girl traveled to go live with her grandmother since the shame

she said. "But mother! where we will find those books" asked Catalina. "There were three books, trio were with werewolf's, but one day during a war, a werewolf made a deal with a fallen in order to protect his pack from demons, he gave him the book, which was in his pack for centuries, so that book we will find in demon territory" said Grandma Calmly. "Demon? Mother no way we cannot make it to demon's territory you know the law" said Genevieve.

He wanted to leave all of his inheritance to me in case anything bad happened to him. I shut that down. At this point, I did not need his money anymore. One night, he called me. "Yvonne, I… I have much to regret. I should've accepted you to be my girlfriend instead of agreeing to marry Melanie," he said hoarsely. I scoffed. "But I never asked to be your girlfriend, and I never planned on telling you my feelings." Benjamin might have read my diary back then, but I never planned to confess my love to him. I was satisfied with loving him secretly.

One night, while out on a solo hunt, Freya met Aiden, a strong and handsome werewolf from a neighboring pack. Aiden was intrigued by Freya's independence and strength, and he was drawn to her wild spirit. They quickly fell in love, and they started a passionate romance that would change Freya's life forever. Freya was equally smitten with Aiden, and they quickly hit it off. They spent the whole night talking and getting to know each other, and they felt a strong connection that neither of them had ever experienced before.

His anger subsided, taking a breath, “Who’s this Damien you mention? What is his connection with her?” I smirked with a scoff, “He was a vampire she had an affair with. She’s not as innocent as you may believe.” Surprise flashed across his face, which pleased me. I continued, “It is forbidden for our kind to have any contact with vampires. She wanted to be with me when we met, and she broke it off with him. He killed for her, and because of that his kind took care of him. This information should not shock her, she knew prior to losing her memory this information. Now, are you going to tell me how she lost her memory, when she should have stayed in the cage.”

He knows? With trembling hands, I reach into my hiding place, which I've made in the sofa. The sofa is old, with a box spring, the upholstery has come loose from the inside, and that's where I keep my treasures: varnish, a photograph, and a journal with declarations of love for Tim Frost. Now it all seems terribly naive and stupid to me. I'm so ashamed of my childhood diary and childhood confessions. Because now I know what adult love is. I still feel like Tim's hard cock is inside me, and I can't imagine what will happen if he reads the diary.