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he interrupted. “Stop following me Jax,” I commanded establishing my authority changing the conversation because at the end of the day he was just a massive fan of mine. “No, I want recommendations on books, preferably the slow burns with two people trying to fight their connection when they were soulmates from the moment they met but they were blind.” I know what he was doing. He was trying to describe our romance but ours was a tragedy, not a romance in my books anyway. I huffed annoyed and played his game, by saying “I would recommend Birthday Girl by Penelo-“

They were all adjusted alphabetically. He then randomly picked a book. ‘If I had your Face – By Frances Cha’ He read the title. He opened the book. On the first page, there was her name and a date written. The date when she either got the book or started reading it. He flipped through the pages. She had underlined some context. Marked notes somewhere. Scribbled replies to some lines. He laughed to himself. There was this line she had highlighted, “In New York, you can talk to anyone about anything at any time and have a conversation so long you'll fall a little in love with that person, and then never see them again.”

Now, however, it was back to reality and I wasn't sure I could take it. "So are we clear about what's happening here?" she asked abruptly. I nodded. I felt like I was being scolded by some private school nun. "You know," she said, "I learned something a long time ago. It's a quote from a book I read while in college." She walked over to the bookshelf set deep in the ornamental wood behind her desk. "I still read it, one of my favorites." She shuffled for a moment before pulling out a leather bound book worn from handling, seemingly ancient. "It's not very popular, but an excellent read, especially when I come across someone like you." She flipped through some pages, sat back down and looked

Hazel said, her voice full of encouragement. “Men never care if you love them truly and stay loyal,” I muttered, still bitter. “Exactly,” Hazel agreed. “Maybe if the perfect romantic heroes from books were real, I’d consider dating again.” I chuckled. “Right? I’m reading a romance novel right now where the male lead is ridiculously hot.” “Ugh, don’t tempt me! I’ve added a few more book boyfriends to my list,” she said dreamily. “I miss our coffee and book talks, girl,” I sighed.

I ran my fingers along each book, nodding in satisfaction when they came up dust-free. “Checking for dust?” He sounded amused, and I groaned. “I hate dirty places.” I pulled out a book titled ‘Light Lark’. “This book broke me,” I mused, tracing my finger over the title. “I hope in a good way?” he teased, brushing his arm against mine. I looked up at him and hit him with the book. “Of course, I love everything Alex Aster writes.” The teasing grin on his face wiped off as a frown crept upon his face, causing my brows to hike up in question. “You're saying to my face that you love some other man?”

The lights decorating the maze appeared like diamonds were sprinkled on everything. She moistened her dry lips. “My lord, Monte Buchanan. It is indeed my pleasure, and my honor, to accept your proposal. You, my lord, have made me the luckiest woman on earth, and now you make me the happiest. My love has grown higher than the tallest tree and is deeper than any ocean. My love will surround you like fresh air that surrounds sunshine and like fragrance surrounds flowers. There is no other man I want to grow old with, because you, Monte Buchanan, are a wonderful man, and yes, the sexiest one alive.”

David; Lucas blinks at me in silence for a few seconds. He opens his mouth to say something, but then he falls silent. He tilts his head and smiles at me, and my heart skips a beat at how warm and unjudgmental the smile is. “Some wounds are important. Think of it like kintsugi… It’s better than boring old ceramic, isn’t it?” He says, and I blink at him. “Besides, a romance novel without ups and downs will make for a very boring read, don’t you think?” He adds, and I look away.

"I'm just a man standing in front of the woman I love, asking her to marry me." Serena blinked. "Did you just... quote Notting Hill?" Nathaniel shrugged. "Read somewhere, it's one of the most romantic lines of all time." Serena, "..." "Serena, you complete me," he added. After a second, and Serena still did not answer, he said, "This is the part where you say, 'you had me at hello.” Serena, "..."

Then he added, “And they’re going to wish they hadn’t.” “Ohhhh, that's one of the classic lines in every werewolf romance or Mafia romance story I've read! Or any other fictional book!" Lora squeaked in my head, “This is one of the many reasons I love our mate.” Lora said, voice dripping with honey and something I don't even want to think about.

… Author Tina Nwuba: “This is a dark romance book, readers. So, expect the worst to happen. I hope you have your cups of popcorn and are seated for the next actions! <⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠>”.