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But my impression of badboys was about to change. I sat in the library with a pile of history books on the table beside me. I copied something in my notebook while making reference to the bulky textbook open beside me. I dropped my pen down and sighed irritatedly as the sound of hushed moans kept distracting me. “Fuck yeah. I want three fingers now” The girl whispered huskily and I screwed my nose up in disgust. How could people actually pick a library out of all places to make out in? I stood up and held the table's divider while looking over at the boy and girl that were about to drive me insane with their fornication in a prestigious place such as a library.

“I mean… no offense but you can’t like me, alright? I will only break your fragile heart.” Fiona held the tea in front of her. Smiling, she closed her eyes and enjoyed the aroma of jasmine tea— her favorite. Candy had been teasing her about her sexuality since she refused to sleep with one of her friends. Of course, she didn’t mind. “I have standards.” “Oh? Is it the typical tall, dark and handsome?”

~ ANASTASIA ~ I'm choosing to be reckless. I know I will probably regret this when I'm down from the high but I couldn't care less, not when my body melts against Damien's and I whimper when his tongue delves deeper into my mouth. ‘This isn't right’ My brain whispers, but I push the voice back, deciding to turn a blind eye to it for now. This is Damien, my fucking high school crush who crushed me. But we are married. A contract marriage for that matter. Maybe we are just making things easier by…

Various theories have the library being built there by aliens, by a civilization ten thousand years old, or by a race of vampires. Caitlin let the book fall from her lap, her mouth open in shock, and it landed with a thump on the floor. She sat straight up, feeling a jolt. She suddenly felt wide awake, as if she had just lost all sense of time and place. She picked the book up again, her throat dry, and read the words again and again, desperately, like a castaway starving for water.

He didn’t stop them. Alaric dropped to his knees in front of me, pushing my dress up again. “Let’s see what we’re working with.” His fingers hooked into my panties and dragged them down my legs slowly. Cool air hit my soaked pussy and I shivered. “Fuck me,” Alaric breathed, staring at my bare, glistening folds. “Shaved smooth just for your wedding night. And dripping already. Damian, you lucky bastard.” Flynn’s hand slid between my thighs from the side, two thick fingers parting my slick lips. He rubbed my clit in slow circles and my legs trembled. A broken moan slipped out before I could stop it.

Our families were friends, so we became friends by default, attended the same school, and rented an apartment off campus together where we hosted parties, to my dismay and very obvious disapproval and to Eve's unswayed determination. The only difference between us is that while I settled for working in my dad's firm, Eve decided to open her publishing business against her parents' protest. The girl got balls, and it is a good thing she did it because her business is one of the best, they have the most scandalous tabloids on celebrities and have a knack for turning any event they want into a story worth reading. "Too bad it is to be wasted on this wedding." I sigh out loud as I face the mirro

Copyright ©️ 2021. PETILLANT ALBA. All rights are reserved. This is a fantasy novel . All the characters,places ,names and events are all extracted from my imagination. Any resemblance to the real characters,places incidents etc. are coincidental. Since this story is all my creativity so the story will be in consonance with my imaginations. WARNING: It's a dark romantic novel, so there will be mature scenes in it which might be triggering for some of you so read at your own risk.

I will list the possible trigger warnings below (I will edit this if there are any changes), if any of them make you uncomfortable, please proceed with caution or skip the chapters altogether. Thank you for understanding, and for supporting my work until now. I hope we can all be together till the end. WARNINGS: - eating disorders - self-harm - blackmailing - suicidal thoughts - mentions of rape (nothing explicit, I promise) - human rights violations (human trafficking, physical abuse, etc.)

We also had a couple chairs, we spent hours lazily sitting there enjoying a cup of coffee. I recalled how I sat down with my books in the corner of this very room dreaming of a life with Ethan and junior versions of him and me running around the house. Our little happy family. And look! How things have changed, how fate has played its part. Bad. So many memories, not a single drop of tear left my eyes. “Your things have been shifted to the store room downstairs.” Marya, our maid, who has been working here For a very long time. She was kind and caring, maybe the only person I respect here apart from the alpha alex.

Freya almost didn’t go back. She spent the week telling herself it had been a one-time mistake. A strange, filthy night she could put behind her. But every time she sat at her desk and glanced toward Callum’s office, her body remembered. The way he’d held her open. The slow, thorough way he’d licked her. How full she’d felt when he finally pushed inside. By Thursday the second black card was already in her bag again. She took a different cab this time. The same woman checked her in, handed her a new blindfold, and pointed down the hall.