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He said, breathing heavily, and waited for her answer. She nodded, closed her eyes, and the next thing that happened in history. – Please support my new novel. It's a Fantasy Romance– Female Lead with a different, intriguing twist. I hope you'll like it, and reviews are highly appreciated. Thank you and keep safe always butterflies! Love y'all.

He said finally after texting a long message on his phone. “I think I need to sit.” I managed to get out as the room began to spin. It felt similar to panic attacks I had in the past. My heart began to race faster as I thought about how he was affecting me already. This was completely unhealthy. “You are sitting.” Tadeas’ deep voice spoke before darkness overtook all my senses. I woke up in a strange place, in the middle of a road. There were extremely large houses all around. As if they were built for giants. The doorways must have been at least 17 feet. The windows were just as magnificent.

SARA POV (YEAR 2077, 56 YRS LATER) "Now he is a fine chunk of meat. I can see why all the girls want him," the older waitress says as she appears next to me. I quickly close my worn book. My cheeks tint a little, and I give her a small smile. "I still can't believe they are real even though my friend's granddaughter is mated to one of them," she says while refilling my mug with fresh coffee.

Some canvases were broken, as if in frustration. Next, I visited the library. Many of the books were old and hopelessly confusing. Most incomprehensible of all were the ritual books, which made up the bulk of his library. There were only a few novels, and judging by the dust, they hadn’t been touched in years. Evidently, Salem was not the sort of man who read for pleasure.

Immortal Desire - vampire, werewolf, witch - a fantasy-based story with dark romance and erotica (you can take a peek at this if it suits your genre taste) - completed 2. Midnight Feast -werewolf - this is a little dark. I don't know how to say it. See for yourself (I like this so much) -new book/on-going 3. The Deserted Wife -TDB book 2 -Romance/drama -new book/on-going

he stopped doing a neck slit motion with his hand " or much worse insane." "Shut the fuck up!" I growled. " I haven't given up hope yet" "Oh, well, I wish you luck. Be careful though, they say Malcolm is deadly. The reincarnate of the devil. Even your first order witch girlfriend is no match for him." First order? What did he mean by that? Mollie was still a second order. " First order? Mollie? " "Ohh, you haven't heard." "No. And Mollie is not my girlfriend."

nHis mother’s eyes met his, “Your father left this with me the night before he disappeared.” Corey stared at the box, what is inside? She held it tightly. “Something he wanted you to have when the time was right.” Corey’s pulse quickened. His mother slowly extended it toward him and for the first time that evening, the warmth of the family dinner disappeared. Because Corey suddenly realized something. Morgan hadn’t simply disappeared, he had left pieces of himself behind, pieces that were still waiting to be found.

I felt myself getting close, as if I could join those heavenly bodies up in the sky. “I saw the way you looked at my dick at Coverts,” he whispered, not letting up on his assault on my clit, his lips tracing along my jawline. “I was so hard. You had on that yellow lingerie set that glowed against your skin. I wanted to bend you over and fuck you so badly. That young dude wasn’t going to get this pussy.” With that, he moved his attention from my clit, sliding two fingers inside my hot, already-drenched pussy. He worked his fingers until they were fully coated and soaked. “But I knew it wasn’t time. I’m patient. I can wait.”

Collins’ thick, experienced cock burying itself inside my virgin pussy for the first time, stretching me and claiming me. The fantasy pushed me over the edge, and I came hard, crying out as my walls clenched and fluttered around her fingers, gushing wetness all over her hand. Ria didn’t stop, she kept pumping through my orgasm, drawing it out until my thighs were shaking and I was a panting, dripping mess. But even after the pleasure faded, it wasn’t enough. I needed more. Later that night, after Ria had fallen asleep in her own bed, I lay restless in the guest room. My pussy was still throbbing, aching for something bigger, something real. I couldn’t hold back anymore.

he said, voice all casual bravado. He snagged one of the yellow-and-white hardbacks and chucked it at me. My palms were slick; I almost fumbled it, but caught the weight of it and forced a crooked grin that probably looked more nervous than cool. Carter’s smile was a touch too sharp—like he was trying to sell me on the idea of chaos. He pulled a match from some sad little sleeve stuck in his backpack pocket, dragged it across his teeth for the spark, and touched the flame to the corner of the cover. The paper took it like a pact—orange and red licking hungrily across the binding. When the fire edged too close to his fingers, he tossed the book into a tin trashcan in the corner and handed me