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Their hollow eyes made my skin crawl. "Exchange your vows." The ghost bride slowly lowered her head toward me. In that instant, a small piece of skull slipped loose from the side of her forehead and fell. Right then, I heard the system notification: [Ding! Congratulations on successfully selecting your target: Ximena Ferguson.] [Target has gifted you a blood-red formal suit. It has been added to your inventory. Bonus reward: one universal glue.] [Please remove the nail from Ximena's head and use the universal glue to repair her skull to increase intimacy.]

I would love to think that every novel I have read has become a part of me and created who I am in a sense. Suddenly, my eyes fell on a disguise that had a half-naked girl cloaked in a red garment, and a write-up that read: A comprehensive guide on how to seduce any man. From the title, it obviously was not a romance book, yet my wolf Myra felt thrilled to read it. Again, another reason I read was to ease curiosity. I did not plan on seducing anyone but the cover and title were both intriguing. I could not help but wonder what its content was, especially as it was in the romance category, like wise my inquisitive part, so I pulled out the large book, stumbled back. To say the book was big wo

The double penetration, the fullness in my mouth and cunt, the way they moved together, it was intense. I was dripping and soaked and my own arousal leaked down my thighs. Devon pulled out, his cock glistening with my spit. He leaned forward, pushing my dress down to bare my breasts. “Now for these,” he said, and his mouth closed over one nipple, sucking hard as his teeth grazed the sensitive peak. I cried out, the sound muffled against nothing. Hans seized the moment and kissed me. I kissed him back, drawing his lower lip between mine as he bit gently into my upper lip. The sensation doubled. Mitch fucking my cunt, Devon sucking my tits and Hans kissing me.

The curly blonde-haired girl, on the other hand, was just confused as she sized me up with her eyes. My eyes were locked on the handsome Alpha prince, so sexy and domineering with his Alpha aura filling the air. He had that bad boy enticing appearance that most ladies would love and his dreamy hazel eyes cute, but right there, I knew he wasn't for me. His eyes were brimming with disgust and anger as they gawked at me even with my mate scent.

And weren’t we always taught not to judge a book by its cover? As Liviana’s view of life widened and nothing seemed so simple, she found herself delving into books more and more often. They were her escape- that blanket that kept reality from turning her soul blue. And with the more she read, the more tropes she came across. Star-crossed lovers. Forbidden romance. Opposites attract. Friends to lovers. Enemies to Lovers. And so much more that she absolutely adored.

Asher sent their cans of coke and the few utensils on the island flying as their kiss intensified. She moaned her lust as she felt Asher's hands on her breast. She sensed his experience in how he explored them. While his grip was firm, he was by no means rough. But his touch only increased the intensity of the ache she felt, it never satisfied it. Asher pulled off his suit jacket and discarded it on the floor as he felt Joan's shaky hand tugging at the piece of clothing. Joan feels her vagina flood as her fingers caress Asher's hard stomach muscles.

I flailed for something to hold, grabbed the shower curtain then thought again because curtains cost money and anyway it wouldn’t have worked except as a metaphor for reck- less passion. So I braced myself as best I could, one hand on the slippery tiles, another on the tub edge. Steam enshrouded us carrying scents of cosmetics, visions of vanilla chiffon. Pale streaks of foam spiraled into the drain and vanished. His hands dug into my hips. In the midst of the vapor and wetness, his cock shored me up, enormous and substantial where I was soft and hidden. They wouldn’t show that in the movies. This wouldn’t even make a porno because it wasn’t camera friendly. Impossible to see our thrusting c

Title: The Lie Genre: Romantic Fiction Plot Idea: Aurora "Rory" Thompson, a successful event planner, falls for her client, Julian Blackwood, a charming and wealthy businessman. As their relationship deepens, Rory discovers a shocking secret: Julian's entire identity is a fabrication. Torn between her love for him and her outrage at his deception, Rory must navigate the complex web of lies and uncover the truth about Julian's past. Chapter 1 Aurora "Rory" Thompson stared at the sleek, black business card on her desk. Julian Blackwood, CEO of Blackwood Enterprises. She had never heard of him or his company, but the hefty retainer f*e he offered to plan his charity gala was too enticing to res

“Here. Try this instead. And I quit remember? My soul is smooth as glass.” I peer at the cover: The Long Goodbye. “Raymond Chandler? Please. The man couldn’t write a female character to save his life.” Marcus leans in, conspiratorial. “True. But the rhythm, the bite, it’s worth the read.” I arch an eyebrow. “You’re telling me you moonlight as a noir scholar?” “Let’s just say I’ve had time to appreciate how much truth gets hidden in clichés.” The banter is light, but it pulls at something in my chest. Easy, familiar, almost… domestic. I sip my coffee, watching him over the rim of the cup. He notices, and for a moment neither of us looks away.