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He snapped. She cursed and left, slamming the door. Dan sat behind his desk and put his head in his hands. Fuck! Could his life get any worse? This was all Adele’s fault. But instead of hating her his mind kept flashing to the night they’d had sex. He swallowed hungrily, as his thought of the feel of her body and the taste of her juices. He shivered with desire and shook his head trying to control it. His phone rang and he frowned when he saw Karen was the one calling.

A tremor of fear immediately ran inside him as he ran towards her. ****** EXTRA BOOK ALERT! Title: ' Dating My Stalker ' "Do you love me?" I asked. I was tired of his game. Tired of his ruthlessness when it came to treating me. I needed someone. Desperately. "No." He replied without waiting for even a second and pulled the girl that was in his arms closer to his chest. Kissing her deeply in front of my eyes. He followed me to every place that I went to since the day I had stepped inside this college.

I state, because I will never stop loving him. “I love you too, pretty boy. I always will.” His voice is filled with so much love and there is no denying that Nikolai and I were meant for each other. He's my love, my peace, my husband. Always and Forever. ……. I can literally feel my eyes water as I come to the end of the book. It has been a roller coaster of emotions. I wouldn’t have done this without my readers' support. Thank you all for giving me this chance and I’m so glad that you guys liked my book. It is my first time trying to write a MM book and I ended up getting your love. Mind you, this is not goodbye. Book two of the series will be released soon and the couples there will be Iri

Lifting my arms, I wrapped them around his neck, shuddering when he let his hands trail down my body with such deliberate control that I was certain he was only trying to torment me. He started with my neck, the backs of his fingers skimming a line down from my jaw to my chest and racing the edge of my crisp red dress down to the first – perhaps prudishly high – button, then back to up the other side, pressing one kiss, then another, and finally a third. I opened my mouth to say something, anything, but found I couldn’t. My mind was too foggy. And there was the haunting fear that if I said the wrong thing I might break this unexpected spell.

Camilla stood, towering over her, and whispered, almost venomously, "I'll make your life a living hell." Adaline shrank back instinctively, eyes wide and heart pounding. Her hands trembled as she pressed them to her chest, trying to contain the sting, not just from the tea, but from the cruelty of it all. The room felt suffocating, every shadow somehow magnifying Camilla's presence. And in that moment, Adaline realized just how alone she was in the mansion even with Mrs. Margareta nearby, she could not protect her from this not to talk of when she's away. Camilla's smirk lingered as she turned slightly, leaving Adaline trembling in the corner, silently enduring the torment.

And I only have one attempt left until the alarm attached to it goes off…. Ughhhh, why does it have to be so complicated. What's in there anyway? That requires a passcode. I think deeply before I input the date they got married and bingo…. It unlocked. Mennnnnmn, this man's so in love. I opened the door to see different dark romance books. Damn! Who could have thought that my stepdad is into these things. Hmmm, if I read here I will get caught and it won't be a funny experience. So I took three: The ritual, hunting adeline, and captive in the dark. I glanced through it, saw the disclaimer and I just feel like I would love it. I raised my bodycon and placed them in my panty line, closed the s

The kiss deepened, and my mind was spinning—flooded with a mixture of fear and a strange, twisted longing. I didn’t want this, didn’t want him. But every part of me wanted more. The darkness he offered was intoxicating, like drowning in a pool of gasoline and fire. I knew it would burn me, I knew it would destroy me, but I couldn’t stop myself from falling deeper into it. Suddenly, he broke the kiss, pulling away just enough to look at me, his gaze dark and triumphant. “You’re mine,” he whispered again, this time his voice low and full of a kind of madness. “You’re mine to do with as I please.”

Like he was sealing all the promises and bonds between us. My heart pounded loudly at the realization that this was my life now. One where I would spend the rest of my life with my mate. My love. One where I didn't have to think about tomorrow, because everyday as it comes seems like a blessing. One where I was not afraid to love and let myself loose in it. Because as long as I was with Killian, everything was going to be okay. My name is Adeline Blackthorn, and this is my love story. THE END

"We just need to get out of the open. We’ll find a place to hide together. A hollow log, a cave... anything." "Hide?" A sharp voice cut through the dark from just behind us. Even though I couldn’t see her face clearly, I knew it was Mirabel. I would recognize that sneering tone anywhere. "That’s your big plan, Adeline?" She chuckled and stepped closer. "You three really think hiding like scared rabbits is going to save you? If you had a single wolf between the three of you, maybe you’d have a real chance at surviving the night. But no, you’ll probably just trip over each other in the first five minutes and serve yourselves up on a silver platter."

places and well-known theaters it looked entirely different at night. There were very few passersby instead there were sly shadows that moved like ghosts between the buildings. Alongside snatches of inebriated songs and boisterous laughter the windows of the still-open taverns cast halos of yellowish light onto the sidewalks. Eleanor had grown up in a modest but cozy home a few streets away where her father Theodore Blake would spend his days poring over old manuscripts and his evenings whispering weird stories that she had always assumed were fairy tales. As a result Eleanor was familiar with the neighborhood. However she felt a strange chill that night that had nothing to do with the chill