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He announced making Sophia chuckle as she wrapped her arms around his neck. This was her family and she loved her family. ............... This is the end of the book. If you liked it then do not forget to rate this book and if you wanted next book of this series then also do not forget to tell me in the review section. Stay happy and blessed.

’ We both laughed. As I got ready for the jog, Peter called on the phone. ‘Baby, our bus is leaving. I just want to remind you that I love you and that I miss you already. And sweetie, do not worry your head about anything, I have given you my word and I intend to keep it. You know, I never break my promises. Look, baby, I know you are worried but please try not to be. I love you and I feel lonely already. Baby, he added, come out of the house, feel the breeze? My love for you is cooler than that breeze. I love you.’

The story had been a great distraction so far, and at that moment, I needed it more than ever. I loved what read about Letum, the book's male lead—about how dark and obsessive and utterly consuming his love was. How his devotion was terrifying yet breathtaking at the same time. He was the kind of love that swallowed you whole, leaving nothing behind but the person he wanted you to be. I wondered what that would feel like.

For some reason, I couldn't find my voice. I read about love in romance books. They were actually my favorite books to read —which made it pretty ironic that I couldn't bear to hear the topic whenever it was brought up. Why was I comfortable reading about it in books but not when it was mentioned? Probably because reading it was one thing and experiencing it in real life was another. When I read about the feelings associated with love, it intrigued me. That a single four-lettered word could make someone experience a myriad of emotions both good and bad was an utter mystery.

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blog archives, his voice soft as he recited Ian’s passionate words about justice. He read classic novels, poetry, the news…anything he thought might spark a connection behind those closed eyelids. Tonight, it was poetry. His voice, rough from disuse, was low in the quiet room. “…For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings, That then I scorn to change my state with kings.” He closed the book, the sound final. His fingers, trembling slightly, traced the delicate bones on the back of Ian’s still hand. It was always so cold.

ASTRA (flashback part 2) When I was a mere kid, back then when I wasn’t even in high school just yet, the bookstore is my favorite hangout place for so many reasons. I love reading! I love discovering new ideas! It is also my mother’s work place after she quit designing for a high end brand. But most importantly, there’s this particular type of reading material I always love to check out during my free time. A visual book. A magazine. In those pages, there are beautiful tall women wearing elegant clothes. They look mysterious and intimidating. My mother calls them a model. She then mentioned that she use to work with those kind of women before.

With the sharp stench of coal smoke and dead leaves strewn across the cobblestones the October wind blew through the Bowerys windswept streets. In 1847 New York was a city of contrasts with the glare of gas lamps futilely trying to drive back the darkness of the empty alleys. With her thin fingers feeling for warmth in the tattered fabric twenty-year-old Eleanor Blake pulled her wool shawl tighter around her fragile shoulders. Despite everyones advice she chose to walk home alone after leaving a fun party at the Harpers a family of longtime friends. An internal conflict had caused her to decline her hostesss offer of a carriage ride home despite the pleasant evening being interspersed with l

Some part of me wanted that. Not because I wanted the power. Not because I wanted to collect people like trophies. Because the thought of being wanted like that; to be chosen like that, made something in my chest go warm and tight. All because I had read... things. Books. Ones that I pretended they were "just entertainment." Stories that had made me squirm under blankets and bite my lip and tell myself I was being ridiculous. But the ones that had gotten me the most... the ones that lit my skin up and made my pulse race, were the ones where the woman wasn't lonely in love.

He is Lleandro vessel and Alice can't take that chance away from her. "Ekhlashan kirbavah," she whispered into thin air. A black book covered with a cloth suddenly appeared in front of her. She took the book and blew the dust away. It's the forbidden book she stole from the Elder witch back in her coven. She carefully opened it and read every single word written on it. She's ready to sell her soul to the devil if it means she'll have Lleandro back.