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That made her laugh happily and she sure did promise, Miss Minchin, that she is looking forward to that. Sophia can still clearly remember how she got into reading books and by books, she means romance novels. It is not really the best genre to give and let a thirteen-year-old gal read, but she knows that it was her starting point for getting to love reading. She did not lose interest in reading them until today and even their university librarian already knows her well for it. Every time that the kind librarian will discover new books or had new book donations, she was guaranteed to be the first one to know and borrow them.

But Arabella’s heart had already begun beating far too quickly. A breeze moved softly through the marketplace between them. Neither spoke for several moments. Then Edwin finally gestured toward the bookstore. “Do you enjoy reading?” “Yes.” “What sort of books?” Arabella hesitated. “Poetry mostly.” One dark brow lifted slightly. “Romantic poetry?” Her cheeks warmed instantly. “Sometimes.” Edwin looked dangerously amused again. “You continue to surprise me, Lady Arabella.” “And you continue mocking me.” “Only because you blush so beautifully.” The words escaped him so naturally that both of them froze afterward.

My heart hammered so loudly I was sure he could hear it. Unable to fight the pull between us any longer, I crossed the distance in two quick steps and threw myself into his arms. He caught me effortlessly, one arm circling my waist while the other rested securely against my back. A soft laugh escaped me as he steadied us, his forehead brushing mine before our lips finally met. The kiss started slow, almost hesitant, but months of longing quickly took over. Every kiss became deeper than the last, each one carrying everything we hadn’t been able to say. I curled my fingers into the fabric of his shirt, refusing to let him go.

JUNE: I shut the book tight. Fast enough like it was some deadly piece in my hand. What the hell was that? I met Romy's eyes, the wide-eyed girl already knew what she had done. She had slipped the book into my hand right before we boarded the bus for the long trip. “What book is this?” I had asked, eyes fixed on the cover. “Another romance book,” she answered. “Just something to keep your raging mind focused during the trip.”

She reached for a piece immediately—and hissed when it burned her fingers. “Careful. It’s hot.” I picked it up, blowing on it, cooling it down without thinking—like you would for a kid. “I do,” she said, and when I looked up, she was blushing. “I really do. I used to have a lot of books… but they’re all back at my parents’ house.” “I see. Then mine might seem boring. Most girls your age go for romance novels, and I don’t have many of those.” “You do have some amazing historical ones,” she said quickly. “I even saw a couple of my favorites.”

Elena’s POV One and a half year later She drew the blinds, made a hot chocolate and settled down with a book in her lap. It was a romance she had bought from the local supermarket. It was the story of a girl who ran from her house and found a considerate guy in the new city who was hiding from his past. “Loving The Writer Billionaire”, she read the title. She started the book but put it down. There were so many questions in her mind.

After Mercedes finishes her tasks in Adelaide's room, she tells her that she can leave and so she does, while Adelaide continues reading for a few more minutes. The young girl's heart quickens with each paragraph. She loves romance novels ever since she learned to read and always dreamt of having a love as beautiful as the protagonists in those novels, although in her case, that seems impossible to fulfill.

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Title: Last Year, First Love CHAPTER 1 Annie’s POV If I’m being honest, high school has never been my idea of a fairytale. I’m not the girl chasing popularity or caring what anyone whispers behind my back. I’ve mastered the art of staying in my lane, avoiding drama, and focusing on one simple goal: survive senior year, graduate, and get the heck out.

"You're such a good girl. I'm sure you're totally nice to your mom and dad. I bet you get straight A's, don't you? You're such a good girl and you're doing such a.bad thing, and you love it, don't you? You love being a bad girl, because bad girls have all the fun." Her sucking and rubbing accelerated. I felt my sperm starts to rise. "You're going to come soon. I can tell. It's too nasty, sucking a stranger's cock.