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The pull in your chest like an invisible rope tying you to another person, the overwhelming need to be close to them, to touch them, to never let them go, the certainty deep in your bones that this person was meant for you and you were meant for them. THE MATE BOND! I felt the bond, I felt it too..but this ? This didn't make any sense, rhis couldn't be right. "You're beautiful, Ara," Kael said again, still running his fingers through my hair, he was smiling at me with Nathan's face and it was the softest, most genuine smile I'd ever seen on those features. I clenched my fists so hard my nails dug into my palms hard enough to draw blood. My eyes were burning and I knew they had to be turning

She would never want to listen if you knew the real story. Maribel’s face lit up with genuine excitement. “A new love interest? A fling? What exactly is he to you?” Tessa shrugged, throwing her hand nonchalantly. “Just a man. Nothing serious. I’d say a fling.” “You’ve been banging a man?” She was smiling really hard. “Is he a coworker or your boss at the office?” Tessa sighed. “Not my boss. Not someone from my office.” “Oh.” Maribel pressed her hands together dramatically, moving towards Tessa. “You’re a bad girl. Here I was worried about my best friend not having a dick in a while. Little did I know she’s been doing a lot of fucking behind my back.”

Her hands came up to rest lightly on my chest, fingers spreading over damp skin. The third kiss deepened. I tilted her head, parting her lips with mine, and she opened for me with a quiet, shaky sigh. Our tongues met slowly, exploring, learning each other. She tasted sweet and warm. I groaned softly into her mouth as her fingers curled against my skin.

When he went back home with Natasha for dinner, he said seriously, "I really didn't expect that you guys would like to read those novels." Natasha asked, "What's wrong? What did you see?" "I downloaded a reading software right away and looked for domineering CEO related romance novel on this popular best selling list. At least eight out of the ten books are related to a man and a woman having a one-night stand..." Natasha coughed and said, "These are all the patterns and tricks used." "I really regret as to why I didn't learn of this trick back then!" Christin was in a dilemma in silence. If he had learned this trick earlier, he would have been able to be together with her earlier, right?

"Didn't you ask me to tell you about it?" Daniel broke into a cold sweat. Of all the books she could be reading, she had to pick this one. If one drew a parallel, wouldn't he be the heartless male lead? What if she read on and remembered something from the past... By now, Daniel was sweating all over. "Anyway... romance novels use clichés. They’re all about endless love and stuff. They’re not very meaningful," he said with a forced smile. "You don't plan on writing one too, do you?" "How did you know?" Maisie laughed. "I am thinking about that!"

Note to Readers: This book is a slow burn romance. There will be loads of description of emotions, feelings and actions throughout the book reaching to the climax. If that's not something you think you enjoy, then a heads up before you move forward and buy chapters. Also, some concepst may not rely real world scenarios, as its a fantasy story that may tend to happen in the book. Otherwise thank you for giving the a book a try and I truly hope you enjoy it. Chapter One: We're Going To The Kingdom

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.

I was happy. In the fifteen years I’ve had it, the book was gradually filled with the names and numbers of men I went out with. Briefly and unsuccessfully went out with. I sit in the edge of my bed, alone while Scott and Katie shop for new backpacks, and silently flick through its pages. I dug it out because in films, when the heroine has a romantic crisis, she reaches for her address book and conjures up a stream of hunky specimens from her past. My expectations are significantly lower. But surely there must be someone I could ask out, without risking a restraining order.

"Formulaic emotional responses that hit familiar beats without genuine feeling behind them. Your characters fall in love because the plot requires it, not because they're genuinely compelled by each other in ways that surprise them." Jake opened another manuscript her previous novel, *Dangerous Devotion* to a section covered in red marks. "This scene where your hero declares his feelings. He says, 'You make me want to be a better man.' Do you know how many romance heroes have said exactly those words? It's a cliché that signals emotional depth without actually providing any." Emma stared at the marked-up pages, seeing her carefully crafted scenes through Jake's unforgiving analytical lens. "