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I hope that you enjoyed the new updated story for spicing up the ranch. I have quite a few other books listed on GoodNovel if you're interested in my style of writing. Some are erotic stories such as the assistant, Swedish sugar, the alpha son needs his match, and keeping it within the family. I also have science fiction romance such as Stardust. We also have quite a few other romance styles both in the past like a timeless love. And in the present such as the dangers of dating.

I glanced at the small bouquet of flowers I had brought, their vibrant colors a stark contrast to the dullness of the graveyard. I placed them gently at the base of the headstone, wishing they could somehow carry my love to her, bridging the gap between our worlds. As I sat there in silence, letting the quiet surround me, I felt both peace and turmoil. It was tranquil, yet my heart felt heavy. I thought about the men at the auction, how they would look at me, how they wouldn’t see me as a person but as something to buy and own. The thought sent a shiver down my spine, tightening my chest with dread.

Chapter 5 The wind howls through the courtyard, whipping my hair into my face as lightning splits the sky, casting Adrian and Dominic in stark, shifting shadows. My body is still trembling from the edge they’ve kept me on, Adrian’s fingers buried inside me, his thumb pressing hard against my clit, denying me release. Dominic’s cum streaks my face, sticky and warm, his scent of ozone clinging to my skin. My hands are wrapped around both of their cocks, thick and throbbing, their heat searing my palms.

Hi, Dearies! This is to inform you all that I have published a new book titled "Rejected But Claimed By The Hybrid Alpha" It's a werewolf Romance/Revenge Story and also interesting just like this book. I update it everyday,so you can also dive into it while you wait for other chapters from this book. Meanwhile, I have increased my daily update and I will be updating THREE chapters daily on "His Poor Ex-wife Returns As A Billionaire" So, tighten your seatbelt.

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“Keep it.” “If you read the contract properly, you’d know this conversation was inevitable,” he said flatly. “Have a good life, Ruby.” She turned to leave—but stopped. “I was stupid to think Caspian Blackwood would ever love me,” she said, her voice trembling. “To think you’d see me differently from the rest. But all you’ve ever cared about is power, luxury, and the Blackwood name.” She inhaled shakily. “Congratulations on being the perfect Blackwood man. And I’m sorry for loving someone who clearly doesn’t want to be loved.”

Author’s Note / Reader Warning: This story contains extremely explicit content, dark themes, non-consensual elements, drugging, stalking, kidnapping, heavy BDSM, blood play, and intense psychological manipulation. It is very dark and not for the faint of heart. Reader discretion is strongly advised. ****** Chapter 1 Velvet Obsession Ledger¥ She was sleeping again.

Yeah, I'm trying :'( By the way, my new book is called "His Seven Days Mate". It's an ABO verse of werewolf. I'm invested in that book for quite a while so I really hope you guys should check that out :x Thank you :x And I'm back to my nest, crying out loud for my stupidity for now :'(

I exhaled, my knees buckling, palms scraping the tree as I sagged against it. Behind the woven branches, I noticed a rusted iron handle set into the trunk. It was half-hidden, so I pushed my fingers to tug it. The disguised drawer slid open with a reluctant groan. Inside there was a single leather-bound journal, It’s edges soft, and its pages filled with ink. On the cover now mostly flaked away: Lyra. I glanced toward the distant laughter of guests, then opened the book. The first sentence took me back: “Viktor used my body like it was made for fucking and lashes, and I thanked him for every scar.”