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He soon cummed. Meanwhile what started as normal sex soon took a wild turn in the hotel 's bedroom. Nikhil couldn't control himself. He became wild and started slapping Sunna hard on her butt that even left marks of his hands on her ass. He pulled her hair tightly while sex and kept on pounding her so hard that she fainted from exhaustion. He also had marks on her fingers all over his back and shoulders . He finished inside her despite knowing the fact he wasn't wearing a condom and she could get pregnant but the thought of sowing his seed inside such a beautiful woman was extremely exciting for him.

I hope, in some way, their story touched you the same way it touched me—that you saw the strength in Zayn’s love, the beauty in Lucien’s heart, and the joy and hope in Zaylien, their son. But this is not the end. A NEW NOVEL is already in the works 🎊🎊🎊🎊. It hasn’t been fully approved by my editor yet, but once it’s ready, I’ll share it on my F******k, TikTok, and other platforms. I’ll be counting on your continued support there too, because every story is more beautiful when shared with readers like you.

Posted in the main group, not my secret folder. The whole damn thing, my was face clear as day, fingers buried inside me, begging to be used like a worthless toy while I called myself every dirty name I could think of. “Shit shit shit!” I hissed, panic slamming into me like ice water. I mashed the delete button so hard my thumb hurt. The video vanished from the chat almost instantly. But the damage was done. I could already see the read receipts popping up. People had seen it. Even if only for a few seconds, they had seen everything.

And now Seth had stepped back into my world, whether either of us wanted it or not. One thing was certain: the shattered pieces between us weren’t staying buried. Not anymore. ...... Please check out my W*****d and A****n for more amazing works. W*****d @creesey1234 and A****n @author Cree Say. I'm note active there and the stories are more wonderful in each book.

"Focus on the 'Scent'. If we lose the 'Scent', we become like them." She pointed to the "Failed Protagonists"—the faceless warriors rising from the mercury. These were the "Deleted Files" of the Gallery, heroes whose stories had been canceled and whose frequencies had been "Standardized" into silence. They moved with a slow, rhythmic desperation, their silver eyes reflecting the total absence of a "Happy Ending."

This story will undergo some editing and we will see how it will go in the future as there might be a hard copy somewhere in the future (Keeping my fingers crossed and hoping on one foot). Please you can share my work with your friends so they can enjoy this story as much as you did. If you want to read more of my works then check my profile for my other works. I will be focusing my energy and time on A Step Closer to Love. I hope you all will check my story and give me as much love as you gave Accidentally Married. This is me signing out from this book. Bye Thank you so much Zera (Swift Pen)

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I shook my head and texted him back: We are done. I couldn’t risk being pulled back into Noah’s orbit so I blocked his number on my phone. I opened my laptop, trying to distract myself with the story I was working on for school. But it was the romance about me and Noah. And suddenly it all felt like lies. I selected the entire story and hit delete. I tried starting another story, but nothing came. I needed to get out of the house. I grabbed my backpack, threw my laptop into it, and headed downstairs.

People wandered with speech bubbles hanging overhead. She checked her hands—solid. She glanced in a shop window—her own face, but when she blinked, Julian’s eyes looked back. "We made it," she whispered. "We made it," Julian echoed, a beautiful harmony inside her head. They were in the Unwritten section—where all deleted characters, unfinished stories, hid. A world for rebels. A guy in a leather jacket with a pencil tucked behind his ear walked over—the Ghostwriter, and his grin said he was glad she made it.

It is hard to stay positive when over ten-thousand words are erased in one file. I hope you are patient with me and keep this book in your library, as I promise to return soon with more episodes. Please, don't forget about me or Fated to the Queen. Until then, if you are still interested in supporting me as an author, try my other GoodNovel. It's a dark romance that turns sweet, with the female lead experiencing character growth and sexual discovery. I Promise Queen Kimarhi and her fated will return, and when that happens, you will get to meet Imagyn.