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Shoot! "Love is indeed in the air." Maribella remarked before waving my book in front of the camera. "So, if you people haven't read this, if you haven't been in love, or if you just wanted to enjoy a good romance book then buy Rebecca's My high School Love Affair and it will make you fall in love with life." I shyly smiled and nodded my head. "Anyway…" Maribella's gaze went back to us and she was wearing this stare like when a journalist's curiosity was piqued. "Sir Ibarra, you did mention earlier that you are going to be a part of Rebecca's future, yes?"

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My gaze followed the locket dangling from her fingers, something in me prickling. "Now this locket is rumored to be eight centuries old. It is also said to have belonged to a great Russian tsar back then. Its straps are made from pure gold and its casing encrusted with diamonds and an assortment of rare stones, including rubies and black opals." She opened it and revealed the picture within. "To prove that it indeed belonged to a royal family." The cluster leaned in to look at the picture in it. I bent forward, and my breath hitched when I saw the miniature portraits of a pale Russian tsar and his tsarina. Something about them unmistakably screamed vampire.

This is something she has always avoided this year, this is the reason she hated men, their sweet words just to get a woman and once they have that woman's love, they end up weaving a web of lies in the relationship. Cassandra cried more but silently so that her secretary won't hear her weeping. We sat on her chair, picked up a napkin and cleaned her face. The ache she felt in her heart was so strong that she felt she was going to die at any minute. Well, it's all her fault, she should be blamed for everything, she fell in love with a man, a man that hasn't committed any relationship with her. Clearly, Dennis isn't dating her, they are just friends and he is free to flirt around or choose an

"Excuse me?" "I want you to help me look up someone. Josie Maran, that's the name." "Josie Maran?" "Uhn. Also, I want you to. . ." Chazz paused and looked at her. Knowing there was a high possibility of her getting jealous since he was aware of her feelings for him, he cleared his throat. "I want you to tell me what you've found out about Alexander Hernandez." He changed the topic. "Alexander Hernandez? Alright. I'll go get the file."

Page number 76, a royal should only be wedded to a noble. Oh, bullshit. I close the book with a heavy heart.

In Argentina, the love between Emiliano Romero, and Maria De La Cruz, bloomed like the September equinox. They finished their weekend, full of energy, and many revolutionized hormones. She was in love with his intelligence, when they talked about medicine she loved to listen to him, she was impressed by so much knowledge. He was falling in love with the simplicity of her soul, her heart and her longing for history.

Her gaze was as cold as ice, and as it swept past Charlotte, it carried an unveiled sense of disdain. "If I didn't come back, who knows what kind of person I'd have to call my sister-in-law…" She scoffed, turning to look at Charlotte. "Right, Charlotte?" Startled by her glare, she staggered backwards, tearing up as she did. "I… I never did anything bad to you, right? Why do you hate me?" Not paying any attention to her dramatic act, Jeanne took out a stack of photos from her bag and threw them at Charlotte. "You've never done anything to me, sure, but I've heard many stories of your glorious exploits overseas."

I was pretty good at it and at the urging of my then girlfriend Julie, had submitted a few to a story site named Erotic escapes where under the pen name hotforteacher I'd gotten some pretty good reviews. Most of my stories were about older women with guys my age and Miss Ross had been the inspiration for many of them. Most of my female leads had the same long dark hair, big brown eyes and perfect full lips as my favorite English teacher. Yes Miss Ross had been the nasty little cougar in my mind and in print many times over the last few months. Shit, I'd even joined her writing discussion group because it met every other Sunday at her house.