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The older texts were further into the library while the newer ones were closer to the entrance. I found a book on mating that looked to be very old so I settled in a chair and began to flip through the pages. The beginning was most of what I already knew but I saw something that caught my eye. It wasn’t what I was looking for but it was something about bond manipulation where you could use your mate bond into manipulating your partner. It sounded evil and dangerous so I quickly flipped past it. I didn’t see anything about bonds that were not completely broken and I couldn’t help but get frustrated. I slammed the book harder than I should have and buried my head in my hands. My wolf had been

They need to make sure that when this happens, Willow will win, even if the odds of her winning are low. THE END OF BOOK ONE – BOOK TWO COMING SOON!

And then there was this moment, he would always remember. As she turned her back to him, he saw his life flash before him. He saw his soul taken away from him and his heart shattering into a million pieces. His pain turned Into anger, her words piercing into his soul. Making sure that she would be able to hear him, he spoke. “We shouldn't cross paths after this. If we do, you're going to regret it.” ***** A/N Just a little snippet of what to expect in this book. This book incorporates several romance tropes. Second chance, Enemies to lovers, Revenge, Dark Romance, Self-discovery, Baby wingman, runaway, Billionaire, Manipulative/psychopath, Underworld, forbidden love, Redemption, and a lot mo

I always liked happy endings I am not a fan of sad or tragic endings so yeah. I already mentioned the book will be a little realistic mixed with fantasy so it was always on you to read it despite the warnings. Dark romance having a tag of forced love mostly has this type of story trope so, of course, you started this story with an open mind. You should know what you’re reading through tags and warnings which I gave many times. It was always your choice.

There's still some hidden cash in the house. The next morning, before it was even light out, Nora's voice rang through the house. "Clara, get up! Are you really going to lie there all day?" The moment I stepped out of my room, she pushed a cup of dark liquid toward my mouth. "Drink it. It'll help you get pregnant!" I couldn't dodge in time. A few mouthfuls went down, and I almost threw up. "I'll drink it myself. You go do your thing."

More, and more. End of Book 1

What was a book like this doing in his mother's collection? Hesitantly, he read on. It was an erotica, but unlike any he’d skimmed before. This one was relentless, visceral. It followed two main characters: a cruel, hedonistic prince and a cunning commoner who clawed her way to power by becoming his fiancée. The narrative was a twisted dance, first painting her as the ambitious heroine, then pivoting to dissect the prince’s depravities with a clinical, almost sympathetic eye. Just as it dared you to understand him, it revealed the commoner’s ultimate betrayal, transforming her into the story's true villainess.

Were we in an open relationship? She giggled a little before answering my question. “I read a lot of romantic books, and in the bookish world, readers consider the male main characters as their book boyfriends because they usually treat the female main characters so well. I always talk to you about their grand gestures, and yeah… that’s why you mentioned them.” “I bet I’m now the antagonist in your story,” I chuckled a little, but apparently, she didn’t find my comment funny. “No, you’re not. I don’t think you’ll ever be the antagonist in my story.” Her voice was soft as she spoke.

She planned to toss the book onto the coffee table, but it slipped from her grasp and fell to the floor. “What are you doing?” Sebastian walked in unannounced, and she flinched. “What are you doing here?” she asked, looking at him with confusion. “Didn’t you say you have a busy day?” “I did.” He lounged next to her and sighed before criticizing her. “It’s all because of you!” He picked up the book. She turned to him. “What? What did I do?” “How was the book?” he asked, looking in her direction. “Fucking nonsense! Enemies to lovers trope with a heartbreaking ending. I won’t read the sequel,”

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