Novel & Cerita Dao Romances

"Really? Mr. Romero's so-called dinner party was just the Splendid Group signing an endorsement contract with Dangelo?" "You just hit the trending list with Dangelo, and he immediately took you to sign a contract with Dangelo. Isn't this too much of a coincidence? Wasn't this really about him taking you to assert his dominance?" "Did anything happen at the dinner party? How was Mr. Romero's attitude when he met with Dangelo?" "Where is he? Where are you? Asleep?" "Ah, I can't sleep, Lottie! No matter how I think about it, your plot seems exactly like the cliches in the romance novels of Green River!"

“What are you reading?” I picked up the book, showing him the cover. “It's a romance novel. I've always been a fan of the genre" A faint spark of interest lit up his eyes. “Oh, really? I enjoy Romance too. Have you read any Sarah J Mass?” I smiled, an “Of course, I love Sarah. One of my very favorites" Damon's lips curved into a genuine smile. “Mine too.” “I put the book back down again and turned fully to him with a sad smile, “how are you taking the whole thing? The news about Isabella?”

Lance was already planning on the things he wants to do at the mall. One afternoon, Charm asked me to go around with her before going home. She looked so sad and distracted. We went to the Square and checked out the new stores and ate pizza. She told me she broke up with Franco. They had a misunderstanding and she's not really very patient. I was upset. I really liked Franco. He seemed so dependable, kind, and smart. "I think I got bored. I was looking again for excitement. Our relationship just went through that comfortable phase." Charm picked on her food. I retorted, "He's such a nice boy. He is exactly what you need. I don't know what else you are looking for." I wanted to kick her. I

Ace kissed her cheek before walking to where his brothers stood. “you look beautiful” he whispered, the moment she stood in front of him. Camila grinned. “you don’t look too bad yourself” she replied earning a small chuckle from him. “we are gathered here to witness the marriage of Roman Romero and Camila Santiago” the priest started. He read all the marriage rites and had the couple repeat after him, he led Camila in her vows but when it was Roman’s turn, he pulled out a paper from his pocket. He’d written special vows.

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.]

The Davis family's club was a playground for the high-stakes crowd, a haven for the allied families' vices. Francis held court at the poker table, a redhead on one arm, Nora on the other. Nora's dress left little to the imagination. Her makeup was flawless, but her eyes darted around, restless. I hung back at the bar, nursing a glass of water. Bernard sidled up next to me. "Holding up okay?" he asked. "Still kicking." Bernard fell silent for a moment before asking, "Did Nora give you the stuff?" "Uh-huh." I gave a noncommittal grunt, not elaborating further.

He reached into his desk drawer, pulled out a stack of cash, and placed it on her thigh. "There you go, Romi. That should cover whatever fantasy you had in mind," he said, his gaze flickering briefly to her exposed skin before looking away. Rose’s eyes darted to the money, her face hardening. "I don’t need your money, Damon. It’s your dick I want." Damon stood up, stepping closer as she parted her legs, ready to welcome him. But his intentions were different. He leaned down and pressed a light kiss to her forehead. "Sorry, love. This belongs to someone else now."

Damian turned around. The moment his cold blue eyes locked with Ruby's wide green ones, a spark of immediate, undeniable attraction ignited, followed by a simultaneous jolt of shock and recognition for both of them.

“Oh. Oh no. You really have not had sex, have you?” “I already told you no!” I protested. “We have not,” Andre said curtly. “I see.” Roman sloshed his drink around in the glass. “Well then. Shall we return to discussing A Court of Thorns and Roses? I have opinions on the book’s views on feminism.” “Why would you think we had sex?” I asked. “Because of the wording of the contract,” Roman replied simply. “Joemar told me you discovered the loophole. And, to be quite frank, you and Andre have appeared quite fond of one-another since I returned today.”

lips lingered a beat too long, sending a spark straight to my core. “So, you want to be with me, Caramella?” “I thought I made that clear last night, Mr. D’Amano,” I snapped, shooting him a playful glare. His chuckle, deep and rich, vibrated through me, fanning the heat in my belly. “Raul, why do you own a strip club?” I asked, curiosity getting the better of me. He pursed his lips and leaned forward, resting an elbow on the cool table. “Four years ago, I was in Malibu for two months, going through… a rough patch. I thought watching women dance on a pole, maybe having a fling after, would fix me. But I wasn’t interested in just anyone. When I returned to LA, I left the club to