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Until hate starts feeling dangerously close to something else. After all, the only thing worse than living with your enemy… …is falling in love with him.

HE FOUND HER The bookshop was called Paige & Prose.It was the kind of place that had no business existing in a city like this — tucked between a laundromat and a phone repair shop on a street that couldn't decide if it was charming or forgotten. The sign above the door was hand-painted. The windows were always slightly fogged. Inside it smelled like old paper and cinnamon and something warm that Rain had never been able to name but had always associated with safety.She had worked here for two years.She loved it more than almost anything.She was on her knees behind the front counter Tuesday morning, reorganizing the bottom shelf of new arrivals, when the bell above the door chimed."I'll be ri

I read the same sentence four times and retain nothing. “Right,” says a voice beside me. “What are we reading.” Ryan drops into the sand where Cain was, still dripping, smelling like the sea. “Something you wouldn’t like,” I say. “Probably true.” He leans over to look at the cover. “Definitely true.” He looks at me. “Come do something fun.” “I am doing something fun.” “You’re hiding behind a book.” “I’m reading.” “Same thing.” He stands and holds out his hand. “Low commitment. I promise.”

Strength. Back in her room, she paced like a storm bottled behind her ribs. This was more than marriage. More than vengeance. This was a game of power and dominance, and she was already in too deep. But she would not break. Not for him. Not for anyone. She was Elana Romano. And if she had to dance with the devil, she’d do it in heels—and with a knife behind her back.

"Then we fight back. But first, we need the full story. We need the Burn File." The name echoed in my mind like a distant drumbeat, a reminder that the past I thought I knew had been burned to the ground. Now, we were left with the ashes. And in those ashes, we were supposed to find something worth saving. I didn’t know if there was anything left to save. But I knew this much: I wasn’t going to sit back and let them destroy what was left of me. I had to know the truth, no matter how ugly it was. No matter what it cost me. The truth was the only thing that could set me free. End of Chapter 19

HIS TOUCH, HER FIRE🔥 --- Chapter Two The Warning Beneath the Suit The morning sun barely filtered through the thin curtains of Evelyn’s kitchen window, casting long strips of pale gold across the old wood floor. She stood barefoot on the chilled boards, coffee in hand, hair unbrushed, shirt borrowed from her late father—faded red plaid hanging off one shoulder—and tried to ignore the storm rising in her gut. Last night’s encounter with Damien Romano had not just left her rattled; it had torn something loose inside her. Something dangerous. The man had stepped onto her land like he belonged, like the dirt itself bent beneath his polished shoes, and then he’d spoken with a calm so soaked in a

They were all that remained in the rift where the planet had been split open by the storm. Her fingers were clumsy with urgency as she pulled at his leathers. Even above the conflict, he ripped them open himself, making a loud sound as the fabric split. Biting, marking, asserting claim with each desperate scrape of teeth, his mouth followed her throat. The world vanished as she arched into him and the pillar bit into her back. It was madness—breathing him in while the hall burned with war. Madness, but necessary. They needed this—the memory of bond, of blood, of love sharpened into something primordial—because they needed it in that moment, with enemies howling all around them.

I have a boy-fucking-friend and lusting for that fucker shouldn't be part of the plan. He's not just my neighbour. He's the enemy. My enemy, and my family's enemy. Damien fucking Vincenzo is a bastard hiding behind a body that looks to be sculpted by the gods themselves. And if I should get the chance, I will carve his skin, inch by every bloody inch and feed his eyes to the Vultures for everything he made me go through at Crescent high. And again. I have a boyfriend. My sinfully hot neighbor who's walking around butt naked in a fucking glass penthouse without curtains shouldn't be a distraction right?

She could feel heat radiating from his piercing gaze, intense and unwavering, as it locked onto her lips the moment she dared to open her eyes. "Is this what they mean when they say keep your friends close and enemies even closer?" The question reverberated in her mind, a breathless whisper tinged with confusion and urgency. She wrestled with her thoughts, realizing, 'He's not the enemy here or my foe; that title belongs to Sheppard Choi. Victor Choi, on the other hand, is nothing more than a captivating challenge—intriguing, unpredictable, and undeniably compelling man that could easily sidetrack her from her mission at hand.'