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It wasn’t like I wasn’t used to his womanising brain. “Whoa!” he said laughing, “Alright man, she’s all yours,” I shook my head to clear it and then nodded to Jamie. “Go on,” I said and even though he looked hesitant, Jamie carried on with delivering the information. “She is twenty-six years old, single and lives alone in a one-bedroom apartment downtown. All her online activity points to her being an author of paranormal romance, whatever the hell that is,” he said with a scoff. I couldn’t help but smile as Liam let out another laugh.

Lisa wasn't worth it and Rosa wasn't going to let Lisa inside her head. "I make him feel things that you can only dream of," she said. "Men don't just want me for my body, you know. I let him do dark things to me and he enjoys it. You can't make him happy, Rosa. You are far too vanilla and plain. You couldn't take the types of dark fantasies that Axel has. I can." She turned and showed rosa a long white scar that ran down the length of her back. It marred the perfect golden tan she had and rosa mouth dropped open in surprise.

"Why does it feel like I'm the one in chains—" "Because feeling isn't what's happening to you." The old man's voice dropped, urgent, like he needed Alvar to understand this before understanding stopped being useful. "A bond has never carried a *curse* before. Not once, not in any record I've read, not in any story old enough to trust. Curses don't travel through love. They're not built to. But your curse isn't behaving like it was built for one vessel either." He looked between them, something like dread moving behind his eyes. "Whatever's happening between you two—it's not old magic wearing a new face. It's *new*. You're not sharing an old kind of bond harder than anyone else has. You're ma

And when they arrived, Nina would be waiting, ready to welcome them into her dark embrace, forever entwined in the haunting cycle of horror and lust. THE END. THANK YOU FOR FOLLOWING THIS SERIES TO THE VERY END. Author I*******m @agkbooks

“Looks like I’m not done surprising you yet. And yes. I can. My familiars can sense for spirits and can pull me back. But I need you to make sure nothing else tries to come after me.” Lucas’s jaw tenses. “Are you sure this is a good idea?” “Yes. I’ve been wanting to go look through the books for a while, actually. The Academy has an extensive library. It’s two-stories tall and has the most wonderful smell of old paper and fresh ink.” “It’s obvious why you own a bookstore.” “I do like books, though our store is full of mostly fiction. I love a good romance novel.” He runs his hand up and down my arm. “Why do you love romance novels so much?”

Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Beware of typos and wrong grammar! PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME! His Luna Series 1: His Hunter Luna Status: On-Going Language: English Genre: Werewolf/Romance Written by: pinkfantaxxy Started: 08/22/24

Kyra is coming with me next time, even if I have to drag her with me by the ankles. Kyra is not fond of the outdoors and would much rather spend her free time getting her nails done or reading another smutty novel that she tries to convince everyone are romance books. Sure they are doll face... Everyone knows all the lovey-dovey romance novels have a full page of trigger warnings at the beginning of them.

I had assumed it had nothing to do with me in the past, but now, I had been thrown into the mix, so I had no other choice than to find out what the hell was going on. No matter what it would take. *** “I’ve read both books, and I can assure you. If you’re looking for paranormal romance that will leave you biting your nails at the edge of your seat, it’s this one, but if you’re looking for paranormal romance that will make you question your entire life’s choices and values, this one is your pick. They’re both equally great books,” I said to the lady I was attending to. She smiled at both books, thanked me and paid for both of them.

He flips through the book again, scanning the pages as he spoke. “It’s surprising, though. There are no records of any other werewolves—Pureblood or hybrid—who have possessed these two gifts at the same time.” I stay quiet for a while, absorbing his words. Then, without thinking, I reach forward. “I’m sure there’s something in here…” Our fingers brush against each other as I take the book from him. A small jolt runs through me, and I look up to see his eyes on me. Swallowing hard, I try to ignore the warmth of his skin, and pull the Codex closer.

I knew how bitter that pill was. Yet he chewed it thoughtfully, as if savoring something sweet, and swallowed without a grimace. That night marked the beginning of the strangeness. It was not until the third time that my figure materialized before his eyes that I understood: it was not me at all. It was a phantom conjured by Francis' mind. He was poring over documents in his study when he suddenly looked up toward the doorway. Slowly, a hazy silhouette began to take shape. My figure appeared, wearing a black blouse, my hair pulled into a high ponytail, smiling at him.