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"Uhm...is it wrong for me to say I'm fascinated with this world and the people living in it so I...I wish to stay?" Oh dear... I didn't see that coming. *** Author's Note: My supernatural romance book, Sanctum, is available for purchase on Amazon in ebook and paperback formats. Please support me by buying the paperback and leaving a review on Amazon and Goodreads. I would greatly appreciate it. xoxo JMFelic

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"I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable. I just need you to come out to eat the food I brought. I got the best pastries for you." "You can leave them on the table. I'll have them later after you leave me alone." "I can't leave you alone, Amethyst. You're mine, remember?" Amethyst knitted her brows. Luveas was somehow very different from the him that she was used to. Him, right now was terrifying. "Luveas, please leave me alone. I wish to sleep," she said, hoping to shoo him away. "Then, can I sleep with you?" asked Luveas in his sexy voice as he inched to the bedside.

I squeezed her tightly against me, feeling our unborn children between us. Rain started glowing brightly, almost as bright as the sun. She engulfed me in it, causing me to feel the absolute bliss she was feeling, both of us glowing bright. We illuminated the night sky before us. "I love you Nate Viseron." "I love you Rain Lancaster. "

“These are a few of my favourite books and some cookies. My mom used to read these out every day so I could sleep. Little Anne always gets bored and cries at night. You can read them out for her. They are very interesting stories.” “Oh, honey,” Linda said. “That’s so thoughtful of you. Thank you so much, baby.” I smiled looking at the baby in her arms. Honestly, I’m giving them because Brett loved those books but always declined to borrow them. I have had thoughts on giving him these but he would never accept. So, if I gave them to Linda, at least then he would borrow from her. And the cookies! His favourite ones! I am sure he’d love having them during his flight journey.

There were no clues whatsoever. And then something occurred to her. “Read it again,” she said. “Slowly.” “‘And find the ones they loved,’” he read, slowly, “‘beside the fourth tip of the cross.’” “Beside,” she said, her eyes lighting up. “What?” he asked. “It says beside the fourth tip of the cross. Not at the fourth tip of the cross. Beside it,” she said. They both suddenly, at the same time, turned and looked at the large, stone building beside them.

He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not (The Flower Shop Sisters Book 2) Published by Blue Violet Press LLC Seattle, Washington Copyright © 2019 by Iris Morland Cover design by Qamber Designs All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

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As for Anastasia, she was sitting on the bank in front of the river with her diary and writing these words in it: "It was, at first, a myth. But it became a reality.. the most beautiful truth that has passed on me.. He came to steal my heart and he succeeded in that.. We went through many difficulties together and succeeded in overcoming them.. A lot happened to realize that we are for each other.. Levi whom I adore more than myself.. who entered my life suddenly My being was distracted..now he is my husband..and inside me is a piece of him..what I realized in that life is that love may come to you at any moment and any place..and it does not matter the nature of the one who loves you..the m

I was alive! I turned around and took a look at the electronic clock on my bedside table. The time and date shown told me that only two hours had passed since I accepted the transmigration mission. On my desk was a tab. The screen lit up and showed the homepage of a story app. At the top of the homepage was a book. It was titled “The Return Of The Real Heiress: My Fiance Stole A Heart For Me.” I took a sip of water. As it slid down my throat, the dryness faded.