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She looked up at me through lowered lashes, her expression unreadable. “You said you aren’t here for sex.” “I meant every word.” “Good.” She took another step forward, close enough that I could feel her breath against my jaw. Her hand rested against my chest, right above my heart, and it thundered beneath her palm. “You know what your problem is, Damien?” I shook my head weakly after she asked. “You’ve always mistaken desire for love.” Her fingers curled around my shirt, pulling me closer and bridging every gap between us.

“You need to go, Scarlett. Now.” She nodded, her cheeks burning with a mixture of shame and a thrilling, defiant heat. She turned and fled. It did nothing to quell the storm he had unleashed inside her. The memory of the kiss, the possessive grip of his hands, the wrecked sound of his voice, it was too much to process, yet a hunger had been awakened that demanded more. The following week, there was a seminar on power asymmetries in the modern novel felt like a special kind of torture. The subject matter which once would have been a purely intellectual exercise, now felt like a personal, pointed critique.

“I will not let the drama and crimes of my family, get in the way of my relationship and the love I have for a girl. I’ve never experienced the feelings I have for this girl with another, Mama. I feel very different, and I can’t express how I feel towards her for you, but I know that I’m in love with the girl.” “I know better how you feel Michael. I felt the same way towards your father,” Karen replied softly. “I’m not going to fight against whatever decision you make. But I can’t accept any attempt to get closer to Raymond.” “I know that well. Which is why I’ve decided to investigate into this crime, and bring justice. My father died in vain and unfair,” Michael responded. “No way! I have e

But with every moment of breathtaking romance, there were shadows creeping at the edges. Little things. The way he always steered the conversation away when I asked about his childhood, his family. The sharp flicker in his expression when I brought up his past relationships, quickly masked with an easy smile. And then there was the way he held me—not just with affection, but with something deeper, something possessive. A man brushed too close to me at a gallery opening once, his hand grazing my back as he passed. It had been an accident, nothing more. But later that night, when Carlisle pulled me into his arms, his grip on my waist was just a little too tight.

“You have no pack scent on you, Raven. No wolf at all. You are soft. You're like a…broken goods carrying a dragon scar on your belly and stolen money hidden in your past. Victor is going to be king one day. He will need a real lycan queen. Someone strong enough to take his knot when the beast inside him rises, someone who can stand tall during pack challenges and rule beside him without flinching. The lycan world is dangerous and full of ambitious females who have trained their whole lives for a male like him. They can smell weakness from miles away. A human girl with no beast? They will tear you apart the moment they see you at his side.” “Strong enough to take his knot when the beast insid

Prologue Anastasia Olivia, Scarlett, and I swayed to the music in the Russian Orchid, laughing and carefree. This nightclub in Moscow was a must, according to tips Scarlett received. It has been the best summer ever; it would stay with us forever. I couldn’t remember the last time all three of us felt so happy and relaxed. We were having the time of our lives. Our last hurrah before life would take us all away and back to reality. There was a young Russian singer on the stage singing, and even though we couldn’t understand a single word, the beat drove our bodies as we danced.

Over the years, the opponents changed their clothes, their lexicon, but never changed their reasoning, there were always enemies that stain the soil with blood of both innocent and guilty. In a land of monsters, barbarism is the number one protagonist, savagery is part of the mafia landscape, and Maria De La Cruz, will be the lamb under the disguise of a hungry wolf. She will desire revenge like the desert desires water, she will desire justice, like a child desires its mother's breast, she will be on the line of good and evil at every moment.

She adores this book! -You have such an elegant taste, Ma'am! The woman laughed at the comment. She found her spontaneousness brave and cute: - Well thank you, young lady. You are fluttering me with those compliments. - Oh I'm not! you deserve it. Nowadays, not many people are interested in classics. - I would say that not many are interested in detective fiction. Because I observe many young women interested in classic romances. So, are you one of them? - I used to read romantic novels when I was younger. Now, only mysteries and murders are thrilling me.

Nikolai didn’t even touch me and I was so affected. Julianna Mitchel, what have you gotten yourself into. *** I was laying on my bed, trying to sleep but damn, I can’t sleep, all thanks to Nikolai Vasilev. I can’t believe what happened in the kitchen, he touched me again and I liked it. I always think of staying away from him but whenever he steps closer to me, my body screams for his touch and it’s driving me crazy. I never did it with anyone before and whatever I feel right now is making me confused, why am I craving for his touch? Why can’t I control myself? I should hate him and should be disgusted but instead, I want more of him.

it felt so new to you since it's Genesis the man I love and I never had sex with him. you looked into his eyes. you were turned on by his face; the raised eyebrow, the seductive eyes, the little smirk plastered on his face. oh goodness. I thought that I already moved on but I was wrong. All this time I'm still in love with him. you didn't realize that he loosened your red lace brassiere. your breath hitched, he was that damn fast. you let your straps fall to your shoulder as he slowly removes the cloth from your chest.