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That she was just tricked by the Yamato's team. Well, though the truth transpired it was too late now, Clench never regretted to be with her in death. Well, it seems that it was already written on the book of life, where the love story they once built and was broken into pieces, reconnected again, between the tragic of Love and Death.

Anderios laughed when his lover averted his eyes from his and then started staring everywhere but his face. "So much like him," Xrysos whispered and kissed Anderios whose heart squeezed in his chest at the mention of him. He loves Damon and it hurts him so much to not be able to feel those soft lips that almost tasted like those of his lover pressed against his. Anderios imagined how Damon's strong yet light frame felt held up in his arms like the first day he had kissed the younger boy. Xrysos read through the man's thoughts and he smiled. "Your lover here gave me the best gift I ever got in two years!"

Raquel's POV Where do writers get their inspiration? This is the most common question I have been asked for years. I am Raquel Peterson, one of the bestselling authors of romance novels. I am not in a relationship with anyone so people are puzzled where I get my inspirations. I had my first book published when I was twenty and since then I have twelve more books published. I may have found what the readers love and I was able to create a fantasy that they all fall for. My books weren’t merely on paper but were made into movies and TV series.

Once work was over, I grabbed my files and walk out of the office. All I need right now is a long shower and a good dinner. Speaking of dinner, I just recalled that my kitchen is a mess. Holy lord! I seriously have no choice but to get a maid. Believe me, if I say that, housekeepers aren’t trustworthy, I remember the last maid I had, that bitch is no worse than Maria, she literally stole almost all my pieces of jewelry and not only that, she tried to get herself on my boyfriend, she literally took her clothes off for him to check her out and when he didn’t, she tried to force herself on him. She’s a bitch. I made sure she got fired and to date, she hasn’t gotten a job yet, her CV is still wi

He didn't answer, Instead, he stood and walked to the window, parting the heavy drapes. Rain had started to fall outside, pattering softly against the glass. "Isabella was once loyal," he said at last. "But something changed, revenge, you see she was in love with me. I should have seen it coming." I suspected that. "Did you both... You kno-" "Yes," he said cutting me off. So she isn't just a love interest, but an actual lover. The thought sent a weird feeling through me... I can't possibly be jealous right?

Ronan smirked, his voice a gravelly purr. He leaned down, his breath hot against her ear as he towered over her. "Are you really that desperate for your husband’s touch that you’d crawl into my bed and strip for me?" "Finn, I don’t understand why we sleep in separate rooms when we are married.” Larissa leaned her head back, her vision blurring as she looked up at the sharp, dangerous line of his jaw. "Finn..." she breathed, ignoring his chuckles. She reached up, her fingers trembling as she traced the shell of his ear, sliding into the hair at the nape of his neck. "Stop playing and stop being so... mean."

The current me was undesirable for any man, and my heart ached terribly. Still, I could not understand why Reynold kept me around even though he did not love me. He could have just told me, and we would have divorced. Yet, not only did he take away my ability to have children, but he even cheated and betrayed me, In the end, I didn't visit the doctor. Instead, I went home alone. The mansion was the home Reynold and I purchased when we got married, back when his career was just starting to take off. I could still remember us lying in bed, talking about the future. We had dreamed of having two kids—a boy and a girl—a perfect family of four.

She was in the middle of it when the phone rang, she turned off the stove and hurried to answer it: -Well. Someone answered on the other end, it was a woman's voice. -Mrs. Raquel. -Who is this? -My name doesn't matter, the important thing is that you know that the one who is talking to you is your husband's lover, yes, yes I am your husband's lover, I am a secretary in the company where he works and I am only talking to you so that you know it and leave him, you know, he is only with you for pity and because a piece of paper unites them, but you know, that's not important to me, I love him and he loves me, you see, your beauty and elegance are useless, that's what they say about you here, be

"More two questions, pay attention. About 2978 years ago, the first book written by a Maximillianian citizen, was published. What was the book about? And who was the writer?" "It was a woman who pretended to be a man to be able to publish the book, once the people were narrow-minded and thought a woman should be a subject to be used by the man, and a machine to make children, nothing more than that. Her pen-name was Micheil MacCuinnleis, but her actual name was Màiri Matharnach. And the book was a romance called A Love for Saoirse. It was the story of Duke Brion Breaslain who was betrothed to a random noble lady since birth but fell in love with a peasant girl called Saoirse Lochlainn, who w

I knew she was the last person to turn to, but Chloe was the only one who would take me in at this hour, I didn’t want to go to a hotel, I needed to be with someone. She sat me down gently and placed my head against her bosom. It felt good. It felt relaxing. I raised my head slowly, and my face was really close to hers. I placed my lips on hers and kissed her. The kiss moved from slow to fast, really quick. Lois wouldn’t mind, after all, last night was a mistake, and this was a loveless marriage, and I meant nothing to her.