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, Liam gave him the bouquet of nnineninetyronine roses " No ! it's not true. Liam is this a kind of prank hu if it is them I will kill you ", Alina warned. Liam smiled and said " It's not I love you Alina . Trust me ! ", Liam confessed His eyes show truthfulness and sincerity, Alina clutched the bouquet of roses and threw it on the floor and smashed it with her heels, " In your dreams !! I will never be your girlfriend", she said and started ruining all the decorations

She turns the knob step right inside and welcomes the promise and the desire that turns into somehow a breeding obsession between this book and the world’s prominent couple that hold’s the card. “The Lovers.” With the words and the thoughts that come rushing like a speed of light in the distant night. Her mind was somehow frozen and hindered by her critical thoughts in that very instance, as she saw and somewhat welcomes by the uninvited guess inside the void and time, where everything started. “Your Royal Highnesses.”

This felt nice, not stiff like dinner with Zephan… no, we aren’t thinking about the past, not when the future is here. Harl leaned closer to me, his lips brushing mine, “I love you,” he whispered as he kissed me. “Aww, you make me want to believe that there is love,” Lennie whispered. Darius stared at her with a strange look in his eyes, but wasn’t going to mention that, they would find their path, their journey was just starting, just like Harl and I had found our way back to each other. I gabbed harl’s hand as we stared at the sunset.

"It will not. This mansion is ours now. Not a prison. Our world. You are my muse forever, Elena. And I am yours." A few weeks later, the published book arrived. I sat in the study with it in my hands. Damien watched me from his desk. I opened it and read the dedication page out loud. "To my muse. The woman who brought darkness to life. Every word is yours." Tears stung my eyes. I looked at him. He stood up and walked over, pulling me into a deep, possessive kiss. His arms wrapped around me tight, like he would never let go. Our story was not over. It was only beginning. In this isolated mansion, wrapped in fog and desire, we had found something real in the middle of all the filth and passion

she whispered, but loud enough for me to hear. "He really loves her," another man chimed in, nodding sagely. "Oh, how I really wish Alpha Marcus was mine. It’s so rare to find a man that openly declares his love for you." "Oh, I wish I had a man like Alpha Marcus." The voices continued to drift over. I listened to them and knew clearly that I was on the losing side. The narrative was already written. He was the repentant lover; I was the stubborn, ungrateful wife.

I wаѕ, but not fоr thе rеаѕоn they thоught. THE END Thank you for joining me on this intense journey through Lost in Lust.️ If you enjoyed this story, I invite you to explore my other novel, “Wild Pleasure”️ A very sexual erotic novel. Nuzel.

“Together.” Their hands clasped, a vow to defy the global threat, their bond a fire in the dark. The city’s shadows waited, the network’s source a battlefield, Lorenzo’s ties a poison. Their love, their desperate embrace, was a beacon, their trust a pulse that defied the danger. But the global network, the mysterious figure’s reach, raised the stakes, a storm threatening to break their fire.

I curl up in bed, my phone lighting up with a text from an unknown number: "Some people run from love. Some people run towards it. Which one are you? - H" And for the first time in my life, I don't know the answer.