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' thought king Damien angry . " Fine ! By the way , there are some delicious small pastries filled with caramel cream on the table inside . If you want , you can get some . " said king Damien with a devilish smirk . " Sure ! " said Charlotte with a smile . ' Handsome boys with abs and delicious caramel cream pastries........Perfect combination .' thought Charlotte and got up from her seat then went inside to take the pastries that king Damien was talking about . When Charlotte got up , king Damien took his mask off and unbuttoned his shirt a little .

Just growls low in his throat, “Stay still. Let him eat what we filled.” Marius pulls back just long enough to speak against my folds, breath hot. “Tastes like both of us now. Sweet. Dirty. Mine.” Then he’s back in, tongue curling, lapping up the mess they left, pushing it deeper only to drag it out again in long, greedy pulls.

"That was made by my daughter in law. It is called the Recipe of Love." "Oh, I thought it's all about food," Asha said, embarrassed. "It's a recipe of the food called love. Let me read it for you." Then Ella turned her head to Ronjon. "It is also for you, young man." "Thank you," said Ronjon as he smiled courteously. Lastly, Ella smiled at Lily, who nodded with thankfulness. "The Recipe of Love To Love someone, you need: A ton of patience, A truckload of kindness,

“How about we have dinner together?” But before I could answer, Tatiana ran inside the classroom calling my name as if I was Father Christmas. “Tatty… You are still here?” “Aunt Mariella, my dad is here to pick me.” She said pointing at the door. Leonardo leaned on the door side, his eyes were laced with a bit of jealousy as he eyed Massimo. There was a momentary silence. The cool wind suddenly felt infected by the gruesome glare of Leonardo. I could sense his hostility towards Massimo, for a reason I do not understand.

He straightened his tie, then entered the office building in long strides. I stood at the dorm balcony and watched his silhouette disappear through the glass doors. I spotted Francine in the cafeteria during lunchtime. She sat alone in the corner and barely plucked at the food before her. I approached her with my tray and claimed the seat across from her, asking, "Why aren't you eating?" She lifted her gaze to mine, her eyes startlingly red, and confessed quietly, "I don't feel like eating." I noticed the red mark branding her wrist, as if she'd been bound or cuffed. I pressed, "Who did that?"

she smiled. Holy hell, the macarons are too good, especially the chocolate filling is really dreamy. The ones in our residence are not this good. She glanced at Matt, who looked back at her. Both of them had the same feeling and exchanged their approval through eye contact to find out the recipe somehow. Another one of Alessandra’s hobbies was eating food. She liked to taste different types of foods, though not many people knew about this. Alessandra’s personal guard, Matt Dorian, liked to eat as well, but not as much as the young duchess. He liked to follow her lead.

I said as I hugged him and aunty goodbye walking out of the mansion in the direction of the cottage, as soon as we reached the cottage, I got a link from Anna 'Ruby, ask Jared to mark you' she said and the link was closed "She asked you to mark me" I said nervously "Relax" he said as he pulled me in his arms rubbing circles on my back, I immediately relaxed at this touch. He leaned down and placed a soft loving kiss on my lips before moving down to my jaw, throat and neck, he kissed and sucked on the spot between my neck and shoulders, in a second, I felt his canines pierce the skin and I screamed in pain, soon it started getting better and I moaned in pleasure. He pushed his canines deeper

The fingers of his hands tighten around Emanuele's waist more firmly as he completes: "My mother has been saying something since I can remember, and I've never had to suffer so much to understand how true it is. Unfortunately, we only appreciate what we have when it's too late. I won't let that happen. I won't let you out of my life, I won't play the fool and abandon you. Your value is priceless." The two exchange passionate kisses in the same kitchen where, just under two months earlier, they were just strangers playing small talk. Johnny asks Emanuele to sit at the table before he serves her the omelets. In addition to the eggs themselves, there is bacon, ham, corn and cheese on the white

“Oh, this is juicy. Why?” Dell exhales shakily. “Alessandro, because he has everything—power, respect, and the women I’ve ever wanted. And Maria for breaking my heart.” The room falls deathly quiet. Emilia leans forward, her curiosity piqued. “Women, you say? Which women?” Dell’s voice is barely audible. “Maria and Renée.” I feel the ground shift beneath me. My breath catches, and I can’t even look at Dell. Emilia chuckles, clearly entertained.

Come on, spill it! — Fine, you’re tough in business… Here it is: while you were in the dungeon, every morning Marco came to get me so we could have breakfast together. He is so thoughtful… He anticipates my needs, he’s sweet, he listens to me. After that, we take walks in the garden when he has time. Just the two of us… — Yeah, yeah, all that is cute, but… did you kiss? — You know I don’t like being interrupted, right?