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I was so naive to believe that my mom was unfaithful when she was my best friend. My mom was the best woman ever. She would stay up with me when I can't sleep, because she would know how bad my insomnia would get at times. She always helped with schoolwork. She would always make time for me. I've always loved her with all inside of me, until dad told me that she cheated on him. That made me lose the love I had for my mother, but now it's starting to look like I made a mistake in doing so.

"We're going to take our time." I brought my face close to his. I could smell the fear sweating out of his pores. It smelled delicious. "You taught me that pain is a lever," I whispered, watching the light die in his eyes. "You taught me that love is a weakness." I squeezed. His windpipe collapsed like a crushed soda can. "But you forgot one lesson," I said. "When you break a thing, and put it back together with hate... it becomes unbreakable." I twisted my wrist. His neck snapped.

He lifted his head and looked at me and his eyes were dark and completely serious under all of it. "You want to break up with me," he said, "then earn it. Make me fall out of love with you. Make me hate you, Kimani Lia Bennett. That is the only permission I will give you. That is the only way out of this that exists." I stared up at him and he stared back down. My brain was trying to process what he had just said and process everything else at the same time and it was not managing either task well. "Kim baby!" Jaxon's voice came up from downstairs, loud and easy. "I've got your chocolate bars. Where are you?" A pause. Then, with a different energy entirely: "Where the fuck is Roan?”

"I never assume you will do anything against me for your own self-interest. You aren't that type of woman. I have known you long enough to know you make decisions based on me and my reaction." I stare at the coffee table as I suck on my tongue. "I started reading books when I was twelve to escape the reality I lived. I dreamed of falling in love and the perfect proposal. The perfect wedding. The perfect husband. A place where you feel safe even if you don't have a roof over your head."

Adrian’s arms were wrapped around her, protective, possessive, tender, the perfect balance she hadn’t thought she deserved. “I’m not unlovable,” she whispered, a small laugh breaking through her exhaustion. “I… I’m not broken. Not with you.” “You never were,” he said softly, kissing the crown of her head. “You’re my strength, Luna. My fire, and nothing, not Daniel, not the industry, no one will damage you again." Adrian’s hand traced lazy patterns down her spine, grounding her, anchoring her in the safety of his arms. “I meant it, Adrian,” she whispered, her voice small in the cavern of their penthouse bedroom. “I don’t know if I know how to be loved. Every time someone gets close, it ends w

Sofia, wounded by betrayal, finds healing in an intense connection that vanishes with the morning light. Max, the heartbreaker with a wild past, must reckon with unexpected fatherhood and the man he’s ready to become. Woven through with poetic intimacy and raw honesty, this novel explores what it means to be seen, touched, and transformed by love. Through heartbreak and healing, betrayal and becoming, these four friends learn that the truest romance may not be the one that lasts, but the one that changes you forever. A story of desire, growth, friendship, and emotional redemption.

To the rule I broke before. Something sacred hums beneath my skin. Old. Untouched. The child’s eyes widened. “You can’t,” he whispers. “That rule is” “I know what it is,” I say softly. Kieran’s voice cracks. “Nova, please.” “I choose us,” I say. The bond screams. The pain spikes then shifts. Changes direction. “What did you do?” Kieran asks, voice shaking. I smile through tears. “I broke the rule that says love must pay in blood,” I say.

"Whatever it is, whatever it requires—tell me." His eyes held mine with uncomfortable intensity, as if he was seeing something I didn't understand about my own nature, my own possibilities. "The curse that bound him," he said slowly, "it can be broken. But only by love freely given, without coercion or debt or desperate circumstances forcing the choice." Love freely given. The phrase echoed in my mind like prophecy finally reaching fulfillment. Love freely given. But I'd already told him I loved him, had whispered the words while his consciousness was slipping away like water through desperate fingers. That hadn't been enough to counter silver poisoning or break whatever supernatural bonds h

He tilted his face up, revealing a scar that ran from his forehead to his brow. "Remember this scar? You got it the third time we divorced. You smashed a vase… but I never blamed you…" "That's because you deserved it," I finally said. "That day, I opened the door and saw Larissa wearing my wedding dress in our bedroom." I broke free from his grasp and, before leaving, glanced back at him one last time. "Love isn't an apology after you hurt someone. I'm not a toy you use and put away. You never understood what love is. Experiencing real love has shown me that what we had wasn’t it."

As I did so, I slid down her body and let my tears take over me for good. love was never easy No, she could carry you into the light or hurt you. The latter had just happened to me. No wonder, after all, Jakob was a picture-book heartbreaker. And me? I was nothing more than his toy now. He did what he wanted with me. I could only hope he didn't know about it. Because then I was really done.