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My breath hitched, my body bracIng Instinctively for what I knew always followed. I would rather take hIs fist than let him touch me in bed. Pain, at least, faded. His touch never did. He leaned down, so close I could see the darkness flickering In his eyes, so close I could feel the heat of hIs breath. HIs words dripped venom, each syllable meant to destroy. “It’s not like I even enjoy It with you. I only do it to perform a husband’s duty. Keep your used-up body to yourself.”

" And he went away leaving me shocked. To be continued…. From tomorrow, there's a new journey for Eric and Scarlett, tune in to see the tale of heartbreak, possessiveness, and obsession. A way to their Ruthless Romance. Till the next time Purva Narang (Your author)

His darting eyes scanning her exposed skin like a predator ready to hunt. "I am here to help you as your therapist." Those caring mercury eyes looking for a single ray of hope. "Then help me to smudge your scarlet lips all over my C****" * Slow burn * Erotic * Dark romance * Mafia romance A story of lust, love, betrayal, and loyalty. Read the book in next chapter.

“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!

The words seemed to leap off the page, filling the room with an eerie sense of foreboding. Everything written in the book didn't make any sense to either Stella or Morgan. They found everything in the book quite absurd. The book spoke of witches, dragons, angels, vampires, and the devil. They didn't believe in such a thing at all, weren't they just fantasy? If they were to interpret it, it only meant that Grandma Elizabeth was a witch while the stranger guy whom Stella had picked from the streets the previous night was the devil.

Chapter 16: Shadows Between Shelves Cassandra’s POV Brady’s text glowed on my phone screen like a warning light: “I saw you two leaving the library together tonight. You looked… exhausted. Is there something going on I should know about?” I stared at it, my heart hammering. Alexander’s arm tightened around my waist, his warm, naked body pressed against mine under the sheets. His cum was still leaking slowly from me, making the inside of my thighs sticky.

Carlisle was easier than the alternative. Carlisle was warmth and certainty and the specific devastating pleasure of a body that had been awake for weeks and was not willing to go back to sleep, and all of that was louder than the stone in my stomach when I was inside it, when his hands were on me, when the library firelight was the only thing in the world.

Just… cracked. He hated that he’d seen it. Hated that it mattered. A soft knock at the door. He stiffened. “What?” The door creaked open anyway. Dante stepped inside, leaning against the frame. “Relax. I’m not here to bite.” Aiden scowled. “Then get out.” Instead, Dante crossed the room, stopping close enough that Aiden could smell the faint iron of blood, the sharper scent of wolf beneath his skin. “You’re shaking,” Dante said quietly.

Author’s Note to the Reader Dear Reader, What you are about to step into is not just a love story. It’s a tangled web of passion, betrayal, secrets, and the quiet ache of discovering the truth behind the people we think we know. Jacqueline’s journey is one many of us know too well, the journey of holding on when we should let go, of chasing stability while craving fire, of mistaking comfort for love. Her story unfolds in layers: through the haunting grip of her dreams, the unraveling of a once-promising engagement, and the magnetic pull of a man who exists both in her subconscious and in the shadows of her waking life.

He gave me a weak smile. “Elena, thank you.” “You made me see your love.” At that moment, I believed everything had finally returned to the right path. I thought I had recovered our love. Soon after, we got married. I even gave birth to adorable vampire twins for him. But gradually, my body began to fail. I even showed signs of aging. That day, as I lay in a sickbed, Kael entered the house holding a familiar woman’s hand. Sylvia. She was not dead.