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💕(Vampire Romance)💕 🌹🌹 Episode one🌹🌹 .. .. ‘1856’ .. .. “They’re here again, Alexa go on hide” Mr Rutherford said to his daughter as swords clashed against sword’s,fangs pierced skins,tears rolled out of innocent eyes as the vampires took charge of the area. There was nothing left than to surrender but Alexa was stubborn and feisty, always trying to make her way in the world.

Jemma said to her and she nodded. "So how long have you and Gabriel been together?" Raina asked, knowingly changing the topic. "We've known each other since college; we all went to the same college," Jemma said. "So how did you guys meet?" She asked, interested. "We met through Ronald. There was this course Ronald and I did together and we were partners for a project so I went over to his apartment one time to discuss our project and that was how and where I met Gabriel who was his roommate and best friend."

I was inspired by Eoin Colfer and fused his style with my own and in fantasy genre. And lastly as for another work on Goodnovel.com I've a contemporary romance I'd love to suggest because now I'm aware of the flash forward style of GN. It's entitled as "Winning Over The Cold Heiress." Thank you~

Holding me captive in his intense gaze, King Vincent spoke softly, “Let bygones be bygones, Lizette. The start of a new relationship between two strangers is bound to be bumpy. So, don’t dwell in it.” Then he handed me a book with the title, ‘Interracial mating!’ “I have personally selected this book for your better understanding of our mate-bond, and for your questions.” He leaned in, a warm smile was toying on his cupid-shaped lips as he raised his brow. “We can talk about it over a nice meal. What do you think?”

I don’t know whether it was just coincidence, but somehow, they are in the family’s Hall of Shame—the unwritten list of women in our family who had tragedy or bad luck fall upon them because they disregarded this myth. And so, ever since I was young, I have been a hopeless romantic. I read all sorts of fairy tales and love stories, hoping someday one of those love stories would come true for me. That my knight in shining armor would come to rescue me, sweep me off my feet, and rush me to the altar. I intend to marry at the age of thirty, at least one year earlier so I’m sure I’m saved.

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he interrupted. “Stop following me Jax,” I commanded establishing my authority changing the conversation because at the end of the day he was just a massive fan of mine. “No, I want recommendations on books, preferably the slow burns with two people trying to fight their connection when they were soulmates from the moment they met but they were blind.” I know what he was doing. He was trying to describe our romance but ours was a tragedy, not a romance in my books anyway. I huffed annoyed and played his game, by saying “I would recommend Birthday Girl by Penelo-“

“You don’t know the type of man he is, Papa! You don’t know how he treats women, yet you want me to go with him? Ship me off like some prize!” Ava, I won’t be having this conversation with you any longer. Since you chose to run away with that non-Italian man, most men in the Cosa Nostra have refused your hand in marriage. You’re not getting any younger, princess. Sooner or later, you have to leave.” I swallowed, my gaze catching something, or rather someone, at the corner of my eye. There he was—the man I was being sold to. Matteo Romano. He looked like he’d stepped out of a fevered dream and built like a god, tall and imposing, with tanned skin, dark hair swept back, and a stubble that some

“I love you, Cassandra. More than I’ve ever loved anyone. We’ll get through this. I promise.” I rested my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. “I love you too. Even when I’m mad. Even when I’m scared. You’re worth all of this.” The conversation eventually turned softer. We talked about the early days, the first spark when we met during the move-in, the stolen glances across the dinner table, the way we fought the attraction for so long before finally giving in. It felt good to remember why we were doing all of this and why we were willing to risk everything.