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I even squealed because he bit it a bit hard. "O-Ouch," I complained and slapped his hard chest. I held my nose and looked at him with a glare. He just smirked and went back to eating. I just continued eating, too, even though I occasionally glanced at him. After we ate, I just watched TV. My body also hurts, so I can't move much. This is all Luca's fault. He's a beast... an insatiable beast. "You have a lot of books. I think you have more books than clothes," Luca said while roaming his eyes around my bookshelf. I also have a bookshelf in my room... What he said is true; I have more books than clothes.

Carol hugged me "Hey bae." I chuckled "You wanna cut your hair too?" She asked "Yeah changing my hair color to black again I think." I said and she nodded "I'm kinda tired to see you in brown." She chuckled and we both go to the salon. Cutting our hair and I finished first since Carol make her hair ombre like Dahyun from Twice in Ooh Ahh. I walked to the bookstore to check out another book. I was hoping to get a really good book. "Amanda?" Suddenly someone called me, it's Andre

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In the meantime, if you haven't, you can be reading my other books on this app accordingly: - The Falling [Vol 1] & The Falling Of Us [Vol 2] (CEO & Family Drama) - The Retired Gang Leader (Mafia) - Hurt Me Again (Friends into lovers type of thing? I'm not sure lol but its definitely Angst) - Yes, Mr Daniels (Office Romance) Hope you do enjoy them. Stay Safe! Love ya!

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Standing on the mattress my chest, hoisted upwards in my lace bra was very close to his face, indeed I could feel his breath on my chest as he looked down to untie the knot. Looking down at his busy hands I couldn’t help but admire the very obvious bulge in his pants, my eyes were drawn to its shape, the way it had felt so solid against my stomach. I knew about the act of course, I know what happens between humans, but what of the rumours that a shifter's sheer size, ferocity, can kill a woman? Am I truly that turned on right now I would tempt death for a taste of such pleasure from Ivan? Right now, it’s fifty-fifty. All rational sense has left my mind. I want a shifter to ravage me, the ver

Because in that moment, we weren’t broken. We were whole. And this was just the beginning of our new dawn. THE END THANK YOU FOR READING THIS SERIES TO THE VERY END! Author I*******m @agkbooks

And at the center of it all, he felt it — the terrible pull, stretching him in two directions, light and shadow tugging against each other. His fists clenched. His jaw ached from grinding his teeth. “Sierra!” he roared into the night. Only the wind answered. But in his head, faint and broken: I can’t stop it. Gloria’s POV The ritual circle shattered. The runes buckled under a tide of black fire, the stone splitting apart like flesh. Elara screamed, the sound torn raw from her throat, echoing down the catacombs. Patricia collapsed to her knees, hands clamped to her skull, keening through clenched teeth.

"It’s a big city. It’s just a coincidence." But my heart was hammering against my ribs. That place held too many ghosts. Back at the hotel, I couldn’t sleep. I sat by the window, staring out at the glittering New York skyline, feeling like a target. Alexander knocked softly on the connecting door. "Can’t sleep?" He came in with two cups of chamomile tea. "I feel like someone is watching me," I admitted. "Maybe I’m just being paranoid." "Isabella, you’re still healing from a profound trauma," Alexander said, sitting beside me. "It’s normal to feel this way."

The second Thursday, she stayed for forty-seven minutes. They did not talk about Vanessa. They did not talk about the past. They talked about a book. The Remains of the Day, which she had been rereading because it was the only novel she had brought with her from London. He had read it. He had hated the ending. She had loved the ending. They argued about it for forty minutes, and by the time dessert came, she was laughing once. Not a real laugh. A half one. But it escaped her mouth before she could stop it, and Damien looked at her like a man watching the sunrise after a long night.