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he interrupted. “Stop following me Jax,” I commanded establishing my authority changing the conversation because at the end of the day he was just a massive fan of mine. “No, I want recommendations on books, preferably the slow burns with two people trying to fight their connection when they were soulmates from the moment they met but they were blind.” I know what he was doing. He was trying to describe our romance but ours was a tragedy, not a romance in my books anyway. I huffed annoyed and played his game, by saying “I would recommend Birthday Girl by Penelo-“

If only I were even a fraction rational around Ivan, the ‘should haves’ would have been ‘did haves. “Very wrong,” I corrected her, taking a glass of wine with a sigh. “I don’t know. It’s kind of fucked up, isn’t it? I mean, it’s something out of a damn novel. He mocks my so-called porn on a page, but he’s a living fucking book boyfriend.” Day’s lips twitched. “I’ve never been that kind of ‘forbidden romance’ kind of girl. I guess it’s because your dad is a teacher. Every time I tried one, I pictured him with his stripy ties as the main character.”

It was a gift given to Milton by me. "Claire saved your life," Cheryl sobbed, tears streaming. "You promised her anything she wanted. She's crazy about you. She'll propose, and you'll say yes, won't you? I'm sorry, but I can't live a life without you. I'd rather die." Her voice broke, each word a calculated dart. Milton's face crumpled, and his deep voice dripped with concern. "Come down, Cheryl. Let me explain." Cheryl was his everything. Her love for pink meant the Dior bag he'd bought for my birthday ended up as her reward for passing her finals.

Trigger Warning Hello Lovely Readers, This book may contain content that might be triggering for some. It is a dark romance with degradation, BDSM that doesn’t contain consent within the dynamic (I know, not something I typically have in my book). There are many instances where consent is very dubious and there is kidnapping. Because what fun is writing dark romance without hitting those tropes? I will add to anyone worried, this one does have a HEA because I’m a sucker for that happily ever after and I couldn’t imagine not giving Cass her happy ending.

HOLLY'S POV. Three days. It had been three days since that horrible, life-altering night, and yet, I was still crashing. My body betrayed me in the worst way possible, it ached, it craved, it needed. Every inch of me was alive with desire, a maddening, relentless ache that refused to subside. I hated it. I hated him. I hated this. But no matter how hard I tried to push it aside, the phantom touch of Zeke lingered on my skin, as if he had branded me. My mind didn’t remember every detail of that night, but my body, oh, my body did.

My laptop screen glows softly once I open it, familiar and comforting in a way nothing else felt today. I log into my author's page without wasting time. Immediately, some of the pressure in my chest eases. The comment under the last night's chapter is still unanswered by me. For a second, I think maybe they have given up, then— A notification pops up. It is from the same reader K. I click on it and it reads: “You didn’t answer my question.” I exhale slowly through my nose. Not again. Who is this person? And why do they keep pushing me to the edge?

I could see her glaring at our old neighbour from the window in the kitchen. Not like this. I thought to myself, flailing my arms and legs in a desperate attempt to get to the surface. It was useless, I had never seen a current this strong. I was too weak and my demon was asleep. It would take hours before my demon would wake up and by the time she did, we would both be dead. I saw the cherry trees she lay under when the sun was blazing hot and the weeping willow I climbed whenever it rained. I made the mistake of sobbing at the thought of everything I would lose if I died. Water filled my mouth and lungs, stealing her last bit of air. Pins and needles pricked my throat and my lungs.

Her only presence is enough to make anyone smile. “Uncle I finally made a decision.” Martin nodded with a serious face. She took a deep breath before blasting a bomb. Not only on the father but also on the man who was standing outside the office ready to hear what he wanted. “I don’t want to marry Lucifer.” ________________________________________ Strike and goal. Lucifer’s temper boom. Just kidding. Next will be up soon. Keep liking for more interesting updates. Keep following me on I*******m as well as the link in my bio. Increase the followers there as well. It's trash_inlove Till the next Adios.

I awoke fully rested. After I dressed and crammed a bagel in my mouth, I sat at the dining table with a book on forces of natures. I poured through the open pages. There were the four seasons, death, time, age, gravity, fate, light, sound, each of the elements, love, hate, and so many more. Finally I found Karma. The drawn picture of her was beautiful. She had dark hair and deeply tanned skin. Although, her eyes were drawn hard. I hoped they weren't actually like that.

I smiled. That question I could answer. “Soft pink.” “Okay.” “Pink roses and white peonies.” “Pretty.” “She loves romance novels.” Danika laughed. “Of course your mate reads romance novels.” “What's that supposed to mean?” “You're literally a fucking King who found his destined Queen. She's living in one.” I glanced at Morgan. “Her author has questionable taste in plot development.” Danika laughed. I smiled. Fuck, it felt good to smile. “What else?” she asked.