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Nova smiled. “Oh, no. I'm fine.” Gabriel blinked. “I just really love the rain.” She pointed toward the parking lot. “I actually have a car. Thank you, though.” Then she walked away. Gabriel stood there. What the fuck? No recognition. No staring. No flirting. Nothing. She had looked at Gabriel Castillo as if he were just some random man offering an umbrella. And for reasons he couldn't explain...It pissed him off. Afterward, Gabriel began finding reasons to cross her path. The library. Engineering hall. Campus café. Research building. Each time, he expected recognition. Each time...nothing.

The scent of Alpha musk hangs thick in the air, heavy and intoxicating, making the omega’s throat feel tight. The beam of light shifts, creeping up the mattress and landing directly on Damien’s face. The omega flinches, knowing the King values his sleep. He sets down the duster and creeps toward the window, his heart hammering against his ribs. He reaches for the heavy curtain, his fingers brushing the scratchy fabric. He pulls it shut, plunging the room back into a dim, shadowed twilight.

It simply happened like something he strongly needed—an addiction—quite different from all other kisses he'd shared with before out of whim and challenges they had to one another. Ryan hated the feeling. He hated to be emotionally involved, and that precisely had started to become the case. Was he seriously falling for her? No. Never. It was time to stop. He was always in control. But this woman next to him had started to break his barricades. He knew it had to stop. He wasn't going to get involved with stupid romance once again. It's bullshit! Not after everything that had happened before. "Why did you lie about Doris?" Claire broke the silence, deciding it was time to get the answer from h

BOOK 3: Chapter 26: Home Office Intrusion Nothing else seems to matter anymore as Adrian continues to slam hard and pound deep into her, completely unconcerned with the call from his grandmother still echoing through the phone speaker. It doesn't matter to Amanda anymore either. She lets the phone slip from her trembling fingers, dropping it carelessly on the kitchen counter, and wraps her arms tightly around Adrian’s neck, her entire body shivering uncontrollably. The only thing she can feel is the overwhelming lust. The maddening desire howling between them. Their moans and gasps collide in the air like heat lightning, voices rising, echoing through the kitchen, trying in vain to contain t

After a few long minutes of walking, we finally arrived at Vincenzo’s room and I wasn’t surprised it lived up to my expectations. Nothing flashy or too serious. It was so neat that one couldn’t deny the fact that he is a clean freak. Most of the accessories in the room were all black and dim. The room lacked life, soul and air. It was suffocating as hell! “Please, help me out of these.” I grabbed the attention of the middle-aged woman, motioning at my ball gown. “Okay, Ma’am.” She hurried to my side, loosening the corset at the back and in no time, I was out of the heavy ball gown.

Mid-thirties, maybe, with auburn hair pulled into a bun that begged to be undone. "Riley, focus," she said, tapping the open textbook on her desk. "This essay on forbidden desire in Gothic novels—it's supposed to explore tension, not just summarize the plot." Her eyes met mine, holding a beat too long. I felt heat creep up my neck, my thighs pressing together under the desk. Forbidden desire. Yeah, right.

“I’ll find a hot guy, make out with him and have sex with him” “Then they’ll know”. She closed her books, kept them on the desk beside her bed and went to sleep.

The smell of new books has kept enticing a chunk of the population, albeit a smaller percentage, and mostly, people who buy from us are collectors, those who are too rich to spend money on things of the past–and that's what we offer: old, tanning books with worn out spines; a remnant of the past, a time when HarmonyMatch was never a thing. I man the register for a couple of old folks who got a stack of magazines. I smiled as they walked out the store, his hands on her shoulder, both smiling as they talked about their purchase. I thought about how they were Matched, whether they knew each other before the ceremony, if they were childhood sweethearts, or if they were familiar faces you see on

He asked me, propping himself up on his hand. “Yeah, much better,” I whispered, not wanting to break this moment between us. Placing another of those soft kisses he sat up and said, “I’m going to change.” . . A Gupta . Have you checked out my other books? If you're new, do check out my books. They all are completed and are dark romance with twisted heroes that will make you hate them but by the end of the book you'll fall for them still!! You can start with, Bride To Be and Saved By The Devil.

He asked coldly. "Oh uhm, here's the books I've borrowed." As Hino handed the books, Noru quickly closed the door and got back to Toma. "That was Hino, right?" "Yeah." "…I thought you were going out with that guy?" Noru carried Toma all the way to his bed and laid him down. "I've got nothing to do with that guy anymore." Noru stated. "Something happened?"