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I hadn't even realized how much I'd come to associate that scent with safety and warmth. I stared at the ceiling for what felt like hours before my gaze drifted to the book on the side table that Hasmik left me. I'd finally decided to crack it open out of sheer desperation for distraction. well.... the spicy cover had been pretty much a giveaway away but I didn't realize that the storyline could be so gripping. I was hooked. The enemies-to-lovers trope was more than just spicy, it was intense, chaotic, and real. I didn't expect to be so drawn into their world, their fights, and resistance, and the way they pushed each other only to fall even harder.

he added. His voice sounded playful, but there was something dangerous in it. Right away, the girls started clapping and smiling like it was all normal. I even saw some of them doing quick, fake claps. Theo walked toward me, still keeping eye contact. His face was hard. “Luck is divine,” he said. “But it can’t always be there when you need it most.” Then he turned and walked away. Armani followed. What the heck was that supposed to mean?

Trigger Warning Hello Lovely Readers, This book may contain content that might be triggering for some. It is a dark romance with degradation, BDSM that doesn’t contain consent within the dynamic (I know, not something I typically have in my book). There are many instances where consent is very dubious and there is kidnapping. Because what fun is writing dark romance without hitting those tropes? I will add to anyone worried, this one does have a HEA because I’m a sucker for that happily ever after and I couldn’t imagine not giving Cass her happy ending.

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.

Hi huns. We are back again for another journey and I look forward to sharing this new story with you. I however would like to warn you before you proceed. Characters in this book may display dark, immoral, or emotionally complex behaviors. This includes betrayal. manipulation, power struggles, violence, and intense romantic or physical relationships. The presence of these elements does not indicate that I condone or promote such actions in real life. They are included as part of the fictional experience, to

_______ This Book is DARK BULLY ROMANCE with themes like Revenge, bully, húmiliation, reverse harem, MMMF, MF, and dúbious cónsent. A. Gupta

Home and home is beautiful. Theo returned with two cups of tea, handing her one as he gestured for her to sit. "I was reading this book last night, thought you might like it," he said, holding up a novel. She smiled, her nerves easing a little as she sat beside him on the couch. "Thanks," she said softly, taking the book from him and flipping through a few pages. They sat close, talking quietly, sharing thoughts about the book and other random things. The whole morning felt calm, yet filled with a tension neither of them wanted to name.

My siblings and everyone have their gaze on his still posture. AUTHOR'S NOTE: There's a trope that i hate when reading book and somehow. Somehow, this book wants to unfold into that trope. If this book becomes it, just know I was not in my right senses. Banks and Eleanor possessed me

*l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l* We are moving towards the end of the story. What next story would you like to read? Forced marriage or pregnancy or divorce. I have three plots in my mind right now. Also, thank you for reading this book. I really appreciate all of you.

Perfect. As I flipped through the chapters, the story heated up fast. The protagonist, a shy librarian much like me, was cornered in the stacks by a dominant stranger. His hands roamed her body without mercy, fingers teasing her nipples until they ached, then dipping lower to claim her wetness. I shifted on the couch, feeling that familiar tingle between my legs. God, why did these books always get me so worked up? My thighs pressed together instinctively, seeking friction.