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" A little fight at a bar. Nothing to stress about" Damn I'm good! " Is that why you don't want Dad to figure out? Cause it was at a bar?" That could work too. " Yeah. So please don't let him know" " Fine" she sighed and a smile of victory lines my lips. Remind me to celebrate this over a bottle of wine. " So.. tell me about Xavier. Mom says he's hot" Xavier is the first boyfriend lovelyn has ever had and she actually made a choice that got momma proud.

She heard Irene scream in excitement, "what the hell are you guys doing?" "Oh, oh," Tasha and Irene turned to face her, "This is so good, Elle!" Irene ran to her and hugged her, "This is awesome!" "what are you talking about?" She frowned. "The book, who said you can't write romance? This book is so good! I can't even explain it in words," Irene squealed. "You liked it?" Elle smiled at her. "I loved it!" "I didn't know you could write a romance novel," Tasha blinked in surprise. "Dude, it's like you've poured your heart out," Tasha couldn't believe her eyes.

it as she thrust back onto his him as he grabs her ass and runs his hand down her back. Loving the way she arches into him. Grabing her pony tail and pulling her head back to kiss her as he drives in loving the feeling of just being with her again after so many years. The feeling they have for each other comes flooding his mind as he pulls out flips her around setting her on the counter slowing down now as he trys too be more romantic kissing her. And pulling her as close too himself as possible. Loving the feeling of her he kiss her and then bites her neck hard for sure leaving a hickey. And she cums hard all over him He almost loses it but manages to pick her back up and shoves her back a

I told Vera sharply, I don't care if Jeffery was complex or anything, I still love him. Vera sighed. "He is already yours." She told me, I know none of them was ready to argue with me, the almighty Suzy. I grinned. "You can say that again." I turned my face to continue staring at Jeffery. Bella looked at me. "Which handsome boy in the world would ever come across you and not be charmed," Bella told me, I was happy at her word, I was very pretty, and I am sure he won't resist me either.

I must confess that money is good but marrying a younger man is the best cause marriage would become even more perfect. I left his room nodding my head. Mr Chancy is doing all that he can to put a smile on my face, showering me with expensive gifts, taking me to exotic places whilst the least I got from Larry was a rose flower once in a while but I still liked it that way, at least I loved him as much as he loved me. Money might put smiles on faces but I can't deny the fact that money is not everything, I don't think that expensive gifts or going to exotic places would ever make me fall in love with Mr Chancy, it's totally impossible as far as I am concerned.

"Is there much of a difference?" "Knights tend to be really snobbish and chauvinistic and arrogant and they aren't very nice to women." I summed up in as few words as I could. In fact, there were a few other things I liked to say about knights, about their preposterous love for bloodshed and their love for plunder. "You don't like knights?" "I think they're overrated sometimes." "You sound like romance is lost on you." "Funnily enough, the Dragomirs said the same thing last night. Do I really give that kind of impression?"

──────⊰·☆·⊱────── Morgana had always been surrounded by gallant men, but like the man who had kissed her hand, she never thought it was possible. Such experiences only exist in romantic movies. «Oh my God, I’ve run into Mr. Darcy!» She scoffed, seeing Arthur’s theatrical attitude. Referring to the protagonist of the story Pride and Prejudice. Written by Jane Austen. “I feel a bit ignored,” said a voice.

He read out the book's title so loud that everyone in the coffee shop turned to look at them "How to get a man of yours? Really? That's the title of the book you are reading while you parked your car on the wrong spot? He said, and everyone in the coffee shop laughed and whispered. Doloris was so embarrassed that she quickly took the book and hid it inside her handbag. She carried her handbag as she knew she could no longer come back to the coffee shop out of embarrassment.

Jasmine Ito – POV The truth was simple. And that was what made it hurt the most. John was the only man I had ever truly loved. Not admired. Not respected. Not chosen out of duty. Loved. My fingers trembled as I wiped at the tears slipping down my face, but they wouldn’t stop. They came faster now, warmer, heavier—each one carrying a memory I couldn’t outrun. That night. It replayed in fragments. The way his lips found mine—not hesitant, not rushed… just certain. Like he had been waiting for that moment longer than either of us wanted to admit.

“Favorite novelist?” “Jane Austen. Pride and Prejudice, before you ask.” “By God, boy!” he exclaimed in glee and clapped his hands. “We have a keeper with this one!” He turned to me again. “Second favorite?” I chewed my lip for a second. “Dickens or Louisa May Alcott. It’s tough, but Alcott might just win out. Her ability to create a whole cast of compelling, lovable characters – not just one or two – is something I’ve yet to find in another writer.”