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I told him about the bookstore, about the customers who came in looking for very specific recommendations. "There was this woman yesterday who wanted a romance where the hero is a villain but not in a sexy way. Just actually terrible." Daemon's lips twitched. "Did you find her one?" "I recommended Wuthering Heights. She looked horrified." "Accurate, though." "Right? Heathcliff is the worst. But people romanticize him anyway." "People romanticize a lot of things they shouldn't." The way he said it made me look at him more closely. There was something in his expression—something almost vulnerable beneath the usual control.

He turned on his heel and strode toward the house, his boots echoing on the stone. The master suite was a sanctuary of hushed luxury, but as Dominic pushed the door open and flicked the light switch, the air shifted. The golden glow of the chandelier flooded the room, and there, perched on the edge of the chaise lounge, was Ava. She was a vision of calculated ruin. The red lace of her lingerie was a vibrant, sinful contrast against the pale cream of her skin. It left little to the imagination, clinging to her curves like a second skin. Dominic’s breath hitched in his throat. He didn't turn away, he let his gaze rake over her, unashamed and hungry, even as his brow furrowed in deep suspicion.

“You’re acting like I’m the villain in this entire situation.” “But you are part of the problem,” she snapped immediately, stopping in front of me. “Because of you, Aurelia is getting pulled into something that could destroy her life.” “I’m not the one who walked into a bar looking for a random man to spend the night with,” I stated calmly. “And I’m definitely not the one who seduced her or dragged her into my bed.” “Maybe you’re right from your perspective…” Cecil shot back quickly without wasting even a second. “But none of this happened because she suddenly preferred you over Oliver just because you’re some Lycan prince. This only started because Oliver slept with Derek, so that doesn’t a

The specific hatred of a woman who had seen the full architecture, who had understood every layer of it, who had been inside it for months and had emerged from the dissolution with the filing intact, and who was lying in a sedative haze in a manor in Lancashire being chemically managed by a man who had done this before and would do it again if she did not find a way out. Perfect. Complete. Crystalline. And it burned through the pharmaceutical haze for one brief, clarifying moment, hot and clean and focused. In that moment, before the dark pulled me under, I hated Carlisle Brocandale with everything I had left. With the woman in the margin notes and the settlement letter against my hip and th

After drinking water, Crista returned to her room. She then changed her clothes and lay on the bed. The lights in her room were off, so she could clearly see the vast whiteness of snow outside the window. Her lips curved into a bitter smile as she took out a silver knife. It gleamed in the dark. Without hesitation, she heavily slid the sharp blade on her wrist, making blood gush out in an instant.

Braden was right. She is marvelous. I’d never thought the Goddess would give me a mate after having a chosen mate. It’s never happened before. And the fact that she is a wolf and not a lycan makes it even more impossible. But here she is, laying in our bed as beautiful as ever. But I can’t have her. I won’t. Not when I made a vow after Loralai died. I would never get close to another woman. Amara would only die just like Loralai.

After being sold by her own father for a box of whiskey she thinks all is lost until she is saved by the notorious rogue King. Bound to find him one day to thank him for saving her life, she sets off on an adventure to seek him, but ends up finding her long-lost crush, Hunter Black. Except his reputation is disheartening. She hates men like him, players, and womanizers who think they can get any girl he wants. Will she give in to the mating bond, or make his life a living hell? WOLVES OF THE DARK MOON SERIES BOOK 1- ALPHA RICK BOOK 2- ALPHA BLACK AND HIS LUNA

’ she purrs. I remain slightly mortified: ‘What are you doing? Sara, we're kissing and touching the devil!’ ‘But his skin is really tight and bouncy, you should feel it!’ ‘Urm… alright, I admit, his abs are sexy….-’ I blink, ‘Wait a minute, what am I thinking! He’s a ruthless, bloodthirsty Lycan King!’

“Answer me, Rose.” “Yes.” The word hissed out of her lips, husky and warm, making me iron hard as my cock tried to get out of my pants and fuck her then and there. . . A. Gupta Check out my other books: CAGED- A Dark Billionaire Captive Romance BRIDE TO BE. TWISTED MARRIAGE - A DARK MMF Mafia Romance His Broken Princess His Steel Princess All my books are dark with anti heroes and erôtica. All books are completed!

His hands slowly reached for mine, squeezing them in reassurance. “I hope you find your healing, Olivia.” His fingers brushed away the hair on my face behind my ear. “But I’m making you a promise—I’m not giving up on you until you see how far I’m willing to go for you.” That scared me and melted my heart at the same time. Maybe it was the way his eyes darkened when he said that or the roughness in his voice laced with seriousness. Whatever it was… Darren De Luca was dangerous. Not in the way Axel had been.