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Daniel asked Jordan. "Nothing, just chilling." Jordan answered "Lol. Fool me Jord's but you can't fool yourself. I guess it is about your lil sis? Am I right?" Daniel guessed. "You know, I noticed this long ago men so it's not new to me." Daniel declared. "Notice what?" Jordan questioned raising his brows. "Notice that it wasn't a brotherly love. Bro, damn I can tell you love your little sis more than what is intended. I'm a guy bro. I have sisters too. You know that we are close but yours was different." Daniel said.

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The shelves stood tall and proud, adorned with books that I had arranged in a way that I found ‘perfect’. “You read a lot of romance, don’t you?” I laughed, looking away. “Well, true love is much easier to find in the pages of those books.” I took one of my favourites from a shelf. “You see this one— every time I come back to read it, their love story is unchanged. It’s ever as strong and genuine. Something you can’t say about love in the real world.”

Then, she said, “You know what this sounds like, right?” Amelia narrowed her eyes. “Don’t say it.” Maya grinned. “Enemies to lovers.” Amelia groaned. “Maya, I swear—” “Just saying,” Maya sang. “It’s a classic trope.” “Not our trope,” Amelia shot back. Maya giggled. “We’ll see.” Amelia rolled her eyes. “Anyway,” she said, “enough about him. I have other news.” “Ooh,” Maya said. “Spill.”

My shoulders sagged and I growled softly in mortification. "I know nothing about love, Arram. I've been alone for centuries. How does one woo someone," I questioned him curiously and he snapped his fingers and handed me a stack of books. He told me to read them. I looked at the spines for titles, Romeo and Juliet, Wuthering Heights and The Notebook.

Justina added, a bit calmer, “And a tray of fruit. Grapes, maybe strawberries. Something fresh to balance it.” I chipped in, “Don’t forget chocolate, they are my favs.” Judi beamed at me and nodded to the maids. They wrote everything down and left, trying not to laugh at how demanding Judi was. As soon as the door closed, Judi spun around. “Perfect. Now, movies. We’re starting with a comedy. Something ridiculous—” Justina cut in, “Not one of those slapstick ones, please.” “Fine, fine,” Judi said, pretending to be offended. “We’ll start with Mean Girls, it's very classic. Then a rom-com—maybe The Proposal. After that we'll watch one horror. The Conjuring. We can scream together.”

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."

I sat at my desk, staring at the spreadsheet on my screen, trying to focus, but the numbers blurred together. The office hummed with keyboards, phones, and low chatter, but one conversation kept slicing through my concentration. “Did you hear?” Sarah from accounting whispered. “Mr. Ryan is getting engaged.” My fingers froze above the keyboard. “No way! To whom?” Jennifer from HR asked. “Some woman from his social circle,” Sarah replied. “Old family friends.” “She’s so lucky,” Jennifer breathed. “Imagine having someone like Mr. Ryan—all to yourself.”

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she asked exasperatedly as she begrudgingly walked back to her bed and started opening the scrolls of love again. She sighed and choose one of the brightest scrolls in front of her. She figured that the brighter the scrolls were, the greater the love shared. The scrolls of love contain stories. Stories of the matches, pairings, her mother, and all the former goddesses of the moon had made. The scrolls record everything the match had to undergo for their love, how they met and how they ended. Some of them end up happily but the ones with the greatest love shared mostly end up tragically.