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Everything else was decoration. I had already read through all of the new books Nala had bought me. Every single one. Earlier that afternoon I had finished a romance novel with a Stockholm syndrome trope that had left a strange, sour taste in my mouth. The heroine had fallen for her captor in a slow, inevitable spiral that the author framed as destiny. It had felt like a fairytale version of the nightmare I was currently living. Clean. Romantic. Resolved by the final chapter with declarations and soft lighting. Reality did not work like that.

Now she understood that he had obtained those tactics through The Book Of Love. She had long been aware of Zachary’s objectives in approaching her. She was also aware that Zachary could never possibly have real feelings for her. However, why did she feel so uncontrollably disappointed after hearing that he had been using tactics from a book to pursue her? Whenever he called her “sweetheart”, gave her flowers, held her, kissed her, climbed on top of her, and declared his feelings for her, it was all from The Book of Love? Smack! Zachary threw the thick, heavy Book of Love onto Sotiria’s lap.

, but before the old lady could complete CEO intervenes,” just throw her out of my cabin right now or else I am going to fire you all”, ordering his guards Just burn each and every copy of this book or else ....”, But before she could complete her sentence suddenly her voice gets husky and his facial expressions starts changing, and she again continues,” I am going to. “, and once again before completing her sentence she ends up hitting wall of the room exploding her mind like a bomb and soon her blood spills all over the room which leaves both of us scared So not having any other option with just ended up burning each and every copy of the book which were collected across the globe but stil

There were so many books here that I have not read yet, and this book looked familiar to me, but I could not place where I had seen it. " The End Times?" Samael read, looking at the cover of the book. I flipped through the book. It held many prophecies in it, and I had no idea what I was looking for. " Shit"... I said, accidentally cutting myself on the pages. The page seemed to soak up my blood. Suddenly, the pages started turning until they landed on one sudden page, titled, Queen of the End Times. I read the page out loud. And behold, twin queens

Would this truth be closure enough, or would it open another page? The baby…. STAY TUNED FOR BOOK 2. ALL THE LOOSE ENDS WOULD BE TIED UP IN BOOK 2. MEANWHILE…… Other books by Karlyn Wehlma My Neighbors Desire. Genre : Erotica She was close to her release when she heard his sexy masculine voice. It never registered in her head that he was actually here, watching her the whole time. "I thought you'd never ask." She replied drunkenly. She felt these strong rough palms caress her hips, moving to her butt. He squeezed her butt cheeks really hard.

I couldn't help but linger for a moment, staring at it as if it were a loaded gun, waiting for me to pull the trigger. With a burst of energy, I crossed the room, dropped onto my bed, and flipped open the book. The pages smelled of nostalgia, faintly musty yet deeply familiar. My eyes quickly skimmed past the opening chapters, which smelled oddly of roses and soft conversations, before settling on the surprising backstory. In this world, witches mingled with supernatural creatures in a kaleidoscope of forbidden love. It was like something straight out of my daydreams, but with dark undercurrents pulling me in further.

Dear Beloved Readers, From the very first chapter of Book 1, you took a chance on this story. You welcomed the characters into your hearts, stayed up late turning pages, felt every betrayal, every touch, every whispered promise, and every shattered dream. Because of you—your reads, your comments, your tears, your theories, and your unwavering support—this journey has grown far beyond what I ever imagined. And now… we are stepping into Book 2. If Book 1 was about discovery—about passion, secrets, and the dangerous thrill of love—then Book 2 is about consequences.

But when he looked up, hundreds of other books were lifting and floating from the shelves, their pages bleeding and whispering her name. “Camela. Camela. Camela.” Her head spun, and her chest rose and fell heavily. “They want me…” Vincent held her tightly against him, his flame blazing so bright enough it illuminated the shelves like daylight. “Then they’ll have to burn for it,” he said. He swung his arm through the air, sending fire in a blazing arc that struck the shelves. The books shrieked, blood hissed, and their pages curled black, turning ash. But for every book that he burned, ten more emerged from the shadows. They surged forward, bleeding words that crawled across the floor and wra

It was scorching like a flame and if auras could be tasted, hers would definitely be bitter. I shuddered, walking over to the first aisle to check it out. The first book that caught my attention was Blood, Pawns and Obsession. It was a dark romance by Rylie Martin. I had one of my projects on hold because I wanted to read this book and get into the head of the psychotic male lead, so I would understand him better and be able to execute my plotline to my taste. The grin on my face unconsciously widened, and I brought the book to my nose, sniffing it in.

So I don't know how this book will be for some of you guys as it is extremely dark and might be frustrating for some. It has nonconsensual sexual intimacy, very traumatic past, extremely controlling and dominating both male leads, remember none of the male leads are hero, they both are Villains but in their own way. The female lead just have to choose the villian who she finds tolerable enough. The male lead is a psychopath, and a monster. Remember he's not a human, so don't expect him to have emotions or human like tendency to understand his wrongdoings. In animals, if they want something they need to have it no matter the way. There is no rules, no crime committed by the king. So this book