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I was still lost in his eyes as I heard him say, his thick voice vibrating through me. . A. Gupta You can read Wolfe Brothers Stories on Dreâme âpp- INDEBTED TO A TYRANT KING and MARRIED TO A DUKE. Both books are completed. Don't forget to comment!

Although his scent was enjoyable, memories of the past were like scars that can't be healed I'm her heart. As she played with her hair, he asked her, "so you like bedtime stories?" "Yes, I do," Debby loveds novels. "You do? Then let me read you one," he opened a free reading app and began to read her beautiful love romance story where the two lovers died together at the end. Debby didn't know when she slept off.

My legs felt damaged that I could hardly close them. How could he do this to me? It hurt so bad. My lids were flickering and heavy. I felt so weak. He planted a kiss on my cheek without touching me. "I'm sorry" he whispered into my ears as I finally closed my eyes to sleep. * * Ryãñ's Pov: She turned away immediately I pulled out. I felt so much pity for her. Her tears melted my heart. I felt sorry I had to cause her such pains. I covered her up with the duvet and tried holding her hand, but surprisingly, she pushed my hand away.

she had tears in her eyes, "I need you to marry me and you would." "What if I say No?" She said, "You have no choice." I looked up at Zachary, "Give her the annexure." To be continued….. The journey from hatred to love. They have a long journey to pass. If you like this book. Please add this to your libraries. Tune in for more updates Till the next time With love Purva Narang (Your Author)

He chuckled before leaning to my ear and whispered. Damon: I am already regretting marrying a whore like you. The venom his tongue spat not only filled her essence with painful whimper of crushing her respect brutally but also few drops of it attacked his heart without him realizing. _____________________________________ Do like and give feedback. Do follow me here. Spread the purple heart

If I don't love them, why am I even agreeing to go on a date or whatever they tell me to do even if I don't want to! We were both silents until I heard his phone ring. "Hello?" I'm looking at him now. "See you? It's already late at night, and I told you I didn't want you, didn't I?!" I frowned at him. "Who is that??" I curiously ask. "It's Deo." He answered. "Give me that, let me talk to that sh*t," I said softly and he gave me his cell phone. [Is someone with you?! It's Heaven again! What I've been telling you before is right, there really is something between you two!!] I can feel that he is very angry with me and so am I.

Now, I finally found out — Summer had been attacked that night as well, and Victor’s orders had been: “Save Summer first.” My tears soaked into the paper, smudging his handwriting. “Alright,” I said softly but firmly into the silence. “If my marriage had been a lie all along, I’ll disappear from your life. Forever.” ... Once I made all the arrangements for my departure, I ended the call and put the folder where I had found it. Just then, I caught a familiar whiff of cigarette smoke and instinctively looked up. It was him. Victor walked in, his suit still chilly from the night air. He hugged me from behind, his warm chest pressed against my back. His voice was soft, low, and magnetic. “Why ar

the clerk said, snapping me back, “We can only exchange these for store credit at this time.” I nodded, taking the small slip of credit in my hand. Good enough. I wandered through the aisles, letting the quiet hum of the store pull me away from the storm in my mind. Romance. Billionaire drama. Steamy fantasies I’d never admit to anyone. That would do. I pulled a paperback off the shelf, “Penthouse Rules” by Lola Noir. I thumbed and flipped through it, letting the over-the-top, steamy paragraphs fill my head. It was just enough to put Dom’s audio aside for a wihile.

"Tell me you didn't enjoy every bit of it." I can't find words. My mind keeps spinning back to all the stories about him - the trail of broken hearts, the women he uses and discards. How could I have forgotten, even for a second, what kind of man Declan is? I try to escape again, but his hand clamps around my arm. Something inside me snaps. Before I can think, my palm connects with his cheek. The crack echoes in the empty hallway. A red mark blooms across his perfect face.

she cocked her brow, her tone matter of fact. “Obviously not, but there has to be a middle ground between bed rest and insanity.” “There isn’t. That’s why bed rest sucks.” She settled into the chair beside the bed. “Want me to read to you? I found this absolutely terrible supernatural romance where the werewolf heroine falls for a vampire—” “That sounds awful.” “It’s amazingly awful. That’s the point.” She opened the book, clearing her throat dramatically. “Chapter One: The night I met Aire was the night everything changed…”