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The moment I did, the darkness was filled with them. Finn’s rough thumb against my cheek. Kelly’s massive frame looming over me. “Nova...” I could hear them in the hiss of the steam, their voices merging into a dark, forbidden demand. In my mind, the fantasy bloomed, violent and intoxicating. A soft, broken moan escaped my lips. My hand slid down my wet belly, my fingers parting my aching folds and sliding straight into the slick, dripping heat of my own desire. I was soaking wet, leaking heavily.

Hido asked, incredulous. “Well, Taiga’s not confirmed,” Maya admitted. “But I’m sure he is. He’s tall, strong, insanely confident. It fits.” Hido made a thoughtful sound on the other end of the line. “You’re forgetting something, Maya. Lunas exist.” Maya blinked, sitting up straighter in bed. “Lunas?” “Yeah. They’re even rarer than Enigmas. And they rank above every other secondary gender. Luna, Prime Luna, Elite Prime Luna... if one of your boys is a Luna, especially an Elite Prime Luna, that would explain a lot.”

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Randy said. I snorted and reclined on the bed. "I don't know why my main readership is male, and they've requested me to write harem. But if one of the female leads were me, I'd report the male lead for bigamy!" Randy chuckled, "Skr, ruthless!" Having spent significant time with Randy, his delayed graduation had its merits. He stumbled upon my forgotten novels, and his favorite happened to be the one I wrote years ago. The sky, previously murky, suddenly turned pitch black as heavy clouds loomed. The shelter's lights had long ceased to function.

They are adorned with frescoes that depicts legendary heroes and history of Orizon. The guests are a kaleidoscope of cultures, a living tapestry from the threads of different lands. From the snow-kissed north came fair-haired Empresses, Emperors, and warriors with fur-lined cloaks. From the sun-drenched south, came olive-skinned Kings, Queens, Lord and merchants with exotic spices and rich fabrics. And from the mystical east, arrived wise men and women with embroidered robes and serene power. The hall is a microcosm of the world, a place where mountains, forests, deserts, and oceans converge.

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It was an opportunity to create the world she have ever wanted with the kind of people she always wished for. She looked at Mercury and her lips curved into a smile. In her novel, Mercury is one of the strongest people, almost impossible to fight cause he sold his soul in exchange for power. She made him powerful that it would be impossible to bring him down. She did it cause she had a plan to power up the male lead. If she could get Mercury on her side, she would be invincible. Rielle was surprised at herself. She should be worried and bothered about being in a different world but here she is, happy about everything. Happy that she was in a world she created and can control at her own will.

Marcel moves closer to her slowly. “I want the same as you, the werewolves out of the witches’ lives. Alaric out of our home, Willow gone and no longer in control! They plan to get the vampires on their side and destroy the Monventla. I am the only person who knows where the book is; the spells are within it.” Marcel nods, sitting down. “What book might that be? The witches lost all of their written manuscripts centuries ago.” He looks at her waiting, Dan still stood on guard.

“Of course not. It’s just a house . . . my house, as you said.” “I can’t believe it. You’re Mr. Horror, and you don’t believe in ghosts? How is that even possible?” “Okay, Bias, I’m going to blow your mind with one hell of a revelation about writers and their stories. I’m pretty sure Lewis Carroll never fell down a rabbit hole into a magical Wonderland; it doesn’t seem likely that Anne Rice believes in vampires; and I highly doubt J.K. Rowling has met any real wizards. That’s what makes it fiction and not nonfiction.”

I don't have any pending assignments right now, so I thought I'd read a story on the Good Novel app first. Ever since I couldn't buy physical books anymore, I started reading different stories about fantasy and romance on this app. At least I'm having fun, especially when I'm stressed out over school work and other stuff. I'm reading Miss Thinz's story Her Ruthless Alpha because I love Erdy and Zerra's story. I hope I can find a man like Erdy. They're not just handsome and rich, but they're also really loving and caring. But those kinds of men can only exist in novels.