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“He has your fire too. The way he negotiates extra dessert with the kitchen staff reminds me of you during our early days. Stubborn and clever.” I rolled us so I hovered above her again, gazing down at the woman who had carried our family through hell. “I will never take a single day with you for granted. Not after the void, not after watching you carry our family alone. You are my strength, Anya. My little fox who survived everything thrown at us.” She pulled me down for another kiss, slow and full of promise. “I love you so much, Damien Blackthorne. I will never stop loving you for being my light in my dark world.”

She wanted to back me into a corner so tight that the only escape was marriage. Her mistake? I do not scare. A slow, deliberate smirk tugged at my mouth. “I dare you,” I said softly. Her smile didn’t falter. If anything, it sharpened. And then—she crossed into territory so dangerous it would have terrified a sane woman. “I love dark romance,” she murmured, taking another step toward me. “Your rejection… your hatred… only makes me want you more. Arden, I can feel the tension in you. You’re a man who needs to dominate. A man who needs control. And I’m not afraid of that.”

When was the last time you ate? Me: Uh… Dane: Seriously? Me: I have a bad memory. Dane: My palm is twitching. Me: Sir! Dane: Yes? Me: Are you saying you want to… Dane: Spank you? Yes. One hundred percent. I squealed quietly, as if he could hear me if I were too loud. Everything about Dane was intense. Even when he was joking, he was intense. I’m literally an abuse victim. What the hell is wrong with me? Why do I like this? Why do I want this? This should scare me, but it doesn’t. I’ve read enough dark romance books with werewolf daddies, mafia men, and Doms to know it isn’t scary. That it can be good if done with the right person. The image of Dane Wetness pooled between my legs.

“You are my moon in the darkness who always lights the path of my dark heart.” “And you own my heart, my Alpha. Like the sun that never goes out, you burn my love with immeasurable warmth.” I said with an inaudible sigh. Gabriel smiles faintly and kisses the back of my ear until it's wet, then switches to nibbling on my neck.

His gaze held a mixture of gratitude and something deeper, a sentiment he seldom revealed. As she continued to dress his wounds, the room seemed to shrink, narrowing down to the unspoken connection between them. Raina, in your writing, delves into the complexities of their romance. The physical act of dressing wounds serves as a metaphor for the healing they find in each other amid the chaos of their lives. Let the readers feel the emotional nuances, the uncharted territory of love in the shadows.

She switched off her phone and walked toward the counter to work. Lying down on the bed, Leah covered her legs with the blanket and grabbed her book which she was recently reading. She kept turning page after page until one of the lines caught her attention. 'Burying a storm inside is nothing but your end of the path'. She remembered Igneel's words and looked at the vase placed on the table with dead Camellia flowers. A smile made its way to her lips when she suddenly remembered the best days of her life which was almost a decade ago.

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she murmured, her voice breaking slightly now, “if I could, I would never let you go. But love isn’t about holding on forever, it’s about letting go when it’s time. And it’s time now. You have so much ahead of you. Don’t chain yourself to the past. Carry me with you, not as a burden, but as light.” “Light?” I echoed, my voice shaking, desperate to understand. “Yes, light,” she said, her eyes glimmering, her form already beginning to shimmer faintly around the edges. “Every time you smile, every time you choose kindness, every time you dare to be brave, that’s me shining through you. That’s me reminding you that I’m still here, even if you can’t see me. Don’t cry because I’m gone, Aurora. Smi

“I can say thousand of things that might make your heart flutter, but again, those things would be just as useless as the question itself.” “Nothing then.” I swallowed. Alexei chuckled—not amusing neither sarcastic. But a blend of emotional turmoil. “Everything, love. You’re my everything.” I processed his words, or at least tried to, waiting for that particular ‘but’. But when none came, I felt my heart sink. “You’re my darkness, Rara—comforting and dangerous,” he said after a long pause. The moonlight fell on his discarded blazer. “Just like the moon needs a dark sky to shine bright….I…need you.”

Sometimes we go to a book club which we both love. “Ugly Love by Colleen Hoover.” “Oh my God. I love that book. It made me cry.” “Yeah I know. It’s the third time I’m reading it.” I put some laughing emojis on the message. “What are you reading?” I ask her. “Things We Left Behind. Lucy Score.” She has placed heart emojis and book emojis at the end of her message. “Oh wow. I love that book. I’ve read the two after it. You need to get them.” I tell her, noticing that a smile is on my face as I lay here in the dark.