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Hey beautiful people, Just a warning. This book is an erotica, which means 18+, so if you are uncomfortable with sex and adult shit, please don’t read my books. But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1) Nathaniel Lachlan 2) Aaron Riverwood 3) Landon Chambers 4) Emily Warner 5) Danika Williams 6) Mary Redferne Elizabeth Paige Flashback AGAIN... I was running late for my class. As I walked through the corridors with books in my hand I silently prayed Danika Williams and her minions were not around, even if they were, hopefully Nathaniel Lachlan was aroun

Nick: But you're not coming back yet. Emma: Not yet. Nick: I know. I just needed to say it. Emma: Say it as many times as you need. Nick: I miss you. Emma: I miss you too. Nick: I miss you. Emma: I know. Nick: I'll let you go. Read your book. Become a person. Emma: Nick? Nick: Yes? Emma: Thank you. For waiting. Nick: There's nowhere else I'd rather be. Emma put down her phone. She opened the book. She read until the sun went down.

BENEATH THE FACADE Behind the façade of wealth and power, a web of secrets awaits Chapter 17 Emily's POV: I had expected her to call. In fact, I had kept my phone close all evening after the picnic, waiting for Nyla to flood me with her dramatic questions…”Em, I need a full d******d,” or “Don't leave out a single detail, not even the color of his socks.” That was typical Nyla. Always eager. Always hyper. Always curious. But that night my screen stayed blank. No messages. Just silence.

Claire joined her with two mugs of hot cider. “I’m thinking of doing something wild,” Claire said, smiling into the steam. Emma raised an eyebrow. “Wilder than moving here and co-running a retreat center?” Claire laughed. “I want to apply to that art residency in Iceland. Remember the one we talked about last year?” Emma’s smile widened. “Yes. Do it. You’re ready.” Claire nodded. “I think I am.” They clinked mugs. Two days later, a package arrived in the mail. Emma opened it to find the first proof copy of her book: A Love That Lingers.

What was happening to her? Before she did anything else, Emily wanted to pick a few choice books to sneak into her bag. Her allowance wasn’t much and college was expensive as fuck. Surely her step-father could spare some of his high- quality smut for charity? Emily’s eyes devoured the titles, trying to choose just one or two was impossible. She wanted to dump the entire shelf into her bag, to run away and find a cozy nook and to read all of them until their spines broke.

Risk is a noble cause! Smirking at her thoughts, Emily trudged to the stairs, burning with impatience and anticipation. It seemed to her that the door was really unlocked, that she, going up to it, would open it, go outside, pass through the dark corridors, bypassing all the guards, if there was one, of course. And if they suddenly notice her, she will turn into a formidable she-wolf and show them where the crayfish hibernate. She will arrange such a thing for them that she won’t show herself a little, and then, with her head held high, she will leave this terrible place. Yes! She would leave to rush in a fast run to the one who, as it seemed to her, was very worried about her and was waitin

Annoyed, Emily cursed under her breath, threw her phone down, and disconnected the call. Bored and feeling a bit hungry, she grabbed something to eat and planned to borrow some books on stocks and financing from the library. Dressed simply in an army green vintage bomber jacket, black high-waisted jeans, and Doc Martens, with her hair loosely draped over her shoulders, Emily looked effortlessly cool and beautiful. She grabbed a canvas bag for the books. The library was adjacent to the exhibition hall. After borrowing books, Emily didn't leave the library but walked through the glass corridor into the exhibition hall, planning to exit through the south door, the shortest route back to her dor

She pouts and leans her elbow on her the table then rests her cheek in her palm. "How many books by author Muse have you read before?" "Just one so far. I've seen reviews on others and I plan on reading all of them." She smiles. "So, tell me what you think about forbidden desires, Ember never puts it down so i kind of started reading it too." "I think the growth in Nila and Brian's relationship is beautiful, they've come such a long way, from him being her bully to her protector. Remember when I compared you and Aamon to Nila and Brian?"

Luna training with Colette was boring like hell as repeated things, which I heard from Renata hundreds times already. Just before sunset finally leaving Colette’s lounge, I spotted a lonely figure sitting on a bench near a cluster of blooming Jasmine. She wore a loose white dress, her hair in a soft braid, her eyes glued to a book. Emiliya Norgaard. “What are you reading?” I asked, stopping beside her. She startled, looking up with soft brown eyes. “Gone with the Wind.” “I love that book,” I said, sitting down. “I always felt a bit like Scarlett. Rebellious, unstoppable… and a terrible taste in men.” I paused, adding with a giggle, “Of course, that was until I met your brother.”

“Hold on, captain. We need tickets first.” Emily walked beside them—eight months pregnant now, moving slower, one hand on her lower back, the other carrying a small tote with snacks and Lila’s favorite books. She wore loose linen pants and a flowing white top that hid the belly band she needed for support. Noah was active today—kicking in rhythm with Lila’s excitement.