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smelling her, I became territorial I claimed lena once she was born I was to protect her forever nothing could come in between us. We didn't grow up very close. Mom always reminded me to keep my distance, which I did for the first few years. Were hard to claim someone as a she-wolf means you devote your life to her and always be there when she is happy, sad, hurt, or angry. Whenever it's a tug between you, it's hard to hide, but since Dad worked a lot, it gave Mom peace. You don't choose who you attach yourself to. It happens. It's called fate. I would mindlessly follow Lena anywhere it's deeper than the love I feel what she feels. While Kiara is rubbing my thick, fiery fur, I circle her, g

Astrid started by pulling books from the shelves and sat herself in a giant armchair, ready to get started. "Astrid, let me do this! I'm the bookworm. You're the warrior. Let me do the reading." Astrid hesitated but let Lucy have control again. Lucy was right. She is so much better at studying and reading. I was bored in a matter of minutes. Something kept nagging at me. A third Bennet child. Was he born? If he was, where was he? Was my mother still alive?

It didn’t have the smell of alcohol or the constant tension in the air. So why? Why did she care about me that much? I didn’t understand it. No one had ever cared about me like that. People might show a passing interest, but no one did this. No one offered a hand without expecting something in return. But with her, it was different. She didn’t expect anything from me. She just wanted to help, wanted to make things better for me and my mom, even when I didn’t deserve it.

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Sometimes we go to a book club which we both love. “Ugly Love by Colleen Hoover.” “Oh my God. I love that book. It made me cry.” “Yeah I know. It’s the third time I’m reading it.” I put some laughing emojis on the message. “What are you reading?” I ask her. “Things We Left Behind. Lucy Score.” She has placed heart emojis and book emojis at the end of her message. “Oh wow. I love that book. I’ve read the two after it. You need to get them.” I tell her, noticing that a smile is on my face as I lay here in the dark.

Mr. Decha Tongchai has two children, whom he adores so much. His children were the only treasure left by his wife who passed away due to illness. One has been following his steps in the business world and already have a family while the other one was a rebel who cut ties with them to follow his heart and passion through music like his late mother, where he met his wife and have a family.

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I’ve always been crazy about books. Ever since I was a kid, I’d spend hours in the library, running my fingers over the covers, breathing in that old paper smell. It’s like the stories were part of me. My name is Eliza, and I run this small library in a quiet town. No one comes here much, which is fine by me. It gives me time to be alone with my books. But my love for them has turned into something more. I have this secret fetish. I dream about the characters jumping out of the pages and touching me, holding me, doing things to me that make my body heat up. It’s embarrassing to admit, but just thinking about it gets me excited. My heart beats fast, and I feel a wetness between my legs that I

~ Elena’s POV ~ The library was always a calming place for me a small refuge from the chaos of my thoughts. The air carried the faint scent of old paper and polish, a comforting mix that made me feel safe. Sunlight streamed through the tall windows, casting golden reflections across the shelves and the open book in my hands. It was a romance novel. The kind that made you believe in love the soft, consuming kind that wrapped around your heart until it ached. I’d always wondered what it felt like to be loved like that. To mean the world to someone. To find my forever.