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At last, he would love her and forget about Elena and her triplets, realizing she was the only woman who could give him what no one else could,just like how Jane was to Adrian’s father, completely irreplaceable. Danielle kept her eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of Adrian’s touch, waiting for the words she had been hoping for. Maybe by the end of the day, she wouldn’t even need to explain why she asked him to meet her. Danielle, Adrian called gently. This has to be it! “Huh?” Danielle answered dreamily. This was exactly what she had been hoping for for a long time, and now it was finally coming to her so easily. “I need a favor from you, " Danielle , Adrian began slowly.

“Me too. I should probably get back to her.” “Right. What’s your full name?” “Nolan Blackburn, Beta.” “I, Lena Hartgraves, reject you, Beta Nolan Blackburn, as my mate.” “I, Beta Nolan Blackburn, accept your rejection.” I feel a pinch in my chest, then nothing. All that I felt for Lena is gone, and I couldn’t be happier about it. Judging by Lena’s smile, she’s happy too. Now, I just have to get inside and fix this mess. Paige stands at the door. I move closer and see tears shining on her face. Oh no.

“I don’t want to waste another word on you.” Danielle gritted her teeth, then smiled wickedly. “Don’t worry. I’ll send you an invitation to my wedding with Damon.” I laughed so hard my stomach hurt. “I don’t care if you marry him. Go ahead. Enjoy Damon with six other women if you want. Spend your whole life chasing a love that will never come. Let me give you my unsolicited advice…Focus on something else because Alpha Damon will never love you.” Her eyes bulged, and her face contorted in anger. She raised her hand again, trembling with rage.

Damian groaned low in his throat, his large hands gripping her waist before sliding lower, his fingers digging into the plush swell of her ass. He pulled her flush against him, his erection pressing against her through the thin fabric of her lingerie. She gasped, grinding against him, her nails dragging down his chest as he dipped his head and latched onto the exposed skin of her neck. “Damian,” she breathed, arching as his mouth traveled lower. His other hand slid up, slipping beneath the delicate silk, his fingers skimming the bare heat between her thighs. A slow, teasing stroke. Serena whimpered. —

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"You have a fire in your soul, Celess. A passion for life that I find... intoxicating. I wanted to share that with you." Celess felt her heart racing in her chest. She had always been drawn to danger, but this was different. This was the ultimate forbidden romance, and she didn't know if she was ready for it. But as she looked into Steve's dark eyes, she felt a sense of calm wash over her. She didn't know what the future held, but she knew that she wanted to spend it with him. Without a word, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Steve's neck, pressing her lips to his in a fierce, passionate kiss. As they kissed, she felt like she was finally home.

She’s glad their heights complement each so perfectly. Danielle knows exactly what Jen likes; she also knows exactly what works, even when those things are not the same. Jen claims to hate being teased, and yet nothing gets her hot faster than a touch that’s not quite enough. Not quite where she wants it. Jen will moan and beg and demand. Danielle thinks Jen just likes the sound of her own voice, that she likes to put on a performance. But she can’t do that now, not here. No, now she needs to be content with the softest utterances, speaking with her body.

I could feel an intense gaze on me but i didn’t dare to look at the direction it’s coming from. I opened my book and started working, but that feeling didn’t go away, i was definitely being watched. Mr Isaac’s voice echoed in the classroom. “Winston Smith is the protagonist of which George Orwell novel?” I raised my hand. “Yes Miss Jenkins” “1984” “Very, very good Miss Jenkins, that is correct can you tell me what genre of book does Danielle Steel primarily write?” “Romance” “Excellent! What do George Eliot, George Sand and Acton Bell all have in common?”

Most of them were what I expected—books on strategy, history, a few on Italian mafia politics. And then, tucked on the bottom shelf, almost hidden— "You weren't kidding about these?" I pulled one out, raising an eyebrow. "Really?" "Put that back." "The Duke's Dangerous Desire," I read aloud, grinning. "A Rake's Redemption. The Highlander's Captive Bride—" "Jameson." Her voice was sharp, but I could hear the embarrassment underneath. "Put them back." "I'm not judging," I said, turning to face her. "I'm just surprised. You kill people for a living, but you read romance novels?"

"I know." "He holds my hand the right way, Elena, he knows everything about our life, he—" "Dani." Elena's voice dropped. Fierce and quiet and certain. "I walked into that hallway and looked at whatever is standing in your kitchen and the hair on my entire body stood up. Every instinct I have — every wolf instinct, every human instinct, every seven years of knowing Dante Callahan instinct — went off simultaneously." She searched Danielle's face. "Tell me you felt it too. Tell me you felt something wrong."