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Writing "His Unfinished Love Story" was like talking to a friend for me. It came from a place where I was struggling with family stuff, and I didn't really have anyone to open up to—no best friends or unbiased family members. Counseling wasn't my thing, so I poured it all into this book instead.

(Or else it'll hurt alot) I just stared at his dark black eyes, filled with pent up anger, lust and love- love? He pushed my knees up and positioned his erection at the entrance of my sex. I felt it! And it looked as if my heart stopped. I looked at him, trying one last time. ' please, I'm not ready for this. Abhi nahi karain yeh.' I cried out. (Don't do this right now) He leaned down and kissed my forehead once again and whispered in my ear. ' Aram se raho. It'll be fine then.' (Relax yourself)

I needed a little more time to burst free from this rope and get out of this room. “This one should do too, she has such fierce eyes. She must be very beauty and her black hair too, I say he will like her.” Blaise said, and Ryker nodded. “Take her away.” Ryker said and the guards dragged the wolf out of the room. “That’s two out of five ladies, what about this one?” Blaise said and pointed to the lady next to me. “She is pretty endowed around the chest area. I am sure he will like her. I heard he is a party man, he likes them big. Alright take her.” Ryker said and the guards dragged her out of the room.

Each entry held a piece of the story, a glimpse into the forbidden love affair that had haunted our family for generations. The journal chronicled the tale of two souls bound by love, torn apart by circumstances beyond their control. It spoke of their unyielding devotion, their sacrifices, and the insurmountable obstacles they faced in their pursuit of happiness. As the story unfolded, we realized that their love had not only defied societal norms but also ignited the fury of those who sought to keep their union hidden.

You all will loved it. Give it a chance. Also give reads to my other books if you like the story. "Her Saviour Alpha" "Pregnant With My Rejected Billionaire" "My Billionaire Mafia Queen : Battle of Love" . Thank you

"It's a collection of love letters from different eras. Each page holds the raw emotions of someone's heart." Liam smiled, captivated by Emily's enthusiasm. "Let's sit here," he suggested, gesturing toward a cozy reading nook bathed in warm light. They settled into the worn armchairs, Emily's head resting against Liam's shoulder, as they embarked on a literary journey through time. As they delved into the world of love letters, their own connection deepened. They marveled at the beauty of handwritten sentiments, the vulnerability spilled onto parchment, and the enduring power of love throughout history.

Again their thirsty lips met and for a long time there was no more conversation between them, until Jonathan, albeit reluctantly, pushed her away a little. "My love... if I keep kissing you like that, I'll forget I'm in the office and I'll end up losing control." It's better not to be anywhere near you... He rose gently and went to sit away from her. — We have to talk, I want to explain certain things to you and the first of them is about Gloria. I fell in love with her a long time ago, when I was in London, but it was just a passing illusion, just physical attraction... I knew that when I started to love you. Then Gloria came back and wanted to get back together. The more I resisted and tol

"Now, Y'all should write a composition of the person you love the most and why you love the person" Jake swiftly raised his hand. "Huh? Yes, Jake? Any question?" Miss Hannah asked. "Yes," Jake replied and stood up. "Go on" Miss Hannah smiled. "How do we know we are in love with someone?" Jake asked. Everyone looked at Jake. "Well, Your heart tells you who you love the most. It beats happily when you are close to the person. Your eyes don't want to stop watching that person. Your ears aren't tired of hearing that person's voice and a lot more"

My shoulders sagged and I growled softly in mortification. "I know nothing about love, Arram. I've been alone for centuries. How does one woo someone," I questioned him curiously and he snapped his fingers and handed me a stack of books. He told me to read them. I looked at the spines for titles, Romeo and Juliet, Wuthering Heights and The Notebook.