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Not everyone who says they love you… Is telling the truth. Sometimes they just love the story you help them create. Evelyn who hasn’t cried for a long time broke down She was used, her portrait scattered everywhere for what she felt disgusted with her self, everywhere she went on campus people recognized her Talked about her and even laugh She hated Mateo so much that every breathe she cursed at him

Or will destiny spell out another option? Midnight Kiss Genre: Historical Romance/Curvy Romance TAGLINE: The dark temptation of his embrace compromised her, but could she trust a scoundrel with her heart?

The young woman sitting by me stopped her game and watched me rant in astonishment. When I ran out of angry words, she clapped her hands in succession, and it echoed in the silence. "Well said, Princess, but I think someone lied to you, just like they lied to some of them over there," she said, pointing to a point in the room's corner. "Over there in the blue dress is Princess Kit of the Blue Brook Pack. She was given away as an alliance gift to the Lycan King and found herself as a slave here the very next day. Following her is Princess Yvette from the distant pack region of the werecats. She was told that she was to be matched with the Lycan Prince. She has not gotten over the deceit that

Their love, like the lavender fields, was in full bloom, painting their world in shades of purple and gold. The chapter of this day closed, but their story was far from over. It was an ongoing masterpiece, created with love, painted with moments, and bound by time. A love story between a painter and a historian, a story set in the beautiful lavender fields of Provence, under the radiant Provençal sun. A love story that, like the sun, would rise again with a new day, bringing with it, new moments to cherish and new memories to create.

"I haven't seen the woman's face yet but Dad mentioned her name, Nicole Rivera." "Ohh, her name is ugly. I'm the one telling you that you two are not suitable for each other." I shook my head. "Of course, we're going to be good, but gosh, I don't want a princess. I want a prince, like duh!" "Besides, you are not suitable either, the man I want for you is handsome, kind, respectful, with a sense of humor! But the more important thing is, you must like the man. Then I will never allow you to marry a man you don't love!" He added.

In The Anderson’s Private Ship: Claire Anderson had just worn her favorite dress, it was a purple dress that had a bow at the top of it. It was too pretty and it made her hazel eyes look more pretty. She unwrapped her popsicle as she made her way to Warren’s side of the ship. Claire was only eight years old but she was very much in love with her betrothed husband. After her parents saw that Claire cared about Warren and loved him very much, they didn't waste time engaging the both of them. Warren was a handsome young boy, they feared other women will take him away from their only child when he grows older.

At the bottom of the shelf, though, were a handful of romance novels—in English, no less. I pulled out a historical romance by a favorite author of mine. I hadn’t read this one, and I’d already finished the one romance I’d brought with me. I was a total bore and preferred to read printed books still. Probably because they smelled nice. If e-readers could let out a puff of new-book scent, though, I’d buy one in a heartbeat. “The Seduction of Miss Emily Morris,” Olivier read over my shoulder. “That rather gives the plot away, no?”

One of them smiled faintly, like this was a scheduled meeting instead of a threat. “Good morning,” the taller one said. “We prefer conversations face-to-face.” I stepped aside just enough to block their view of Sophia. “You have sixty seconds,” I replied. They didn’t move to enter. They didn’t need to. The confidence in their posture said everything. “You’ve recently acquired assets that disrupt our structure,” the man continued smoothly. “We’re offering you an alternative.” “I’m not interested.” “You should be,” he said. “Because if you refuse, some historical texts will become very public.”

They were married for five years yet Michael had no idea that Christina knew how to play the piano! Ballade pour Adeline was a song that was enjoyed by a great number of people through different times. There was a beautiful legend in Greek mythology. A long time ago, there was a lonely king named Pygmalion in the Kingdom of Cyprus. He created a sculpture of a charming young lady and admired her allure every day and inevitably fell in love with the sculpture eventually. He prayed to the gods for a miracle of love. His sincerity and perseverance moved the god of love Aphrodite thus giving life to the sculpture. Since then, the lucky king and the elegant young lady lived happily ever after.

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.