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COLLEGE ROMANCE Written by:Authoress Ricky 🦋 Chapter Thirty- two🦋 Final💕💕💕 It been over a month now and things went back to normal. Mom spent time with us and guess what am going on a real date with Jeremy and I can't wait. Mark and Nobody I guess but he had been trying to get connected to julliard the new school nerd that doesn't even give him an attention. Jessica finally settled with Bred. Wondering who is Bred?

Wajdan growled with anger. “Ah ...you are becoming so impatient, so look at this first.” He turned the camera towards the diamond and one of his men grabbed the diamond hair and turned it towards the camera. She started looking at the screen with empty eyes. “Your fiancé is very beautiful, Kabir.” Anthenio pointed to Kabir across the screen and said with a sarcastic smile on his face which he tightly pressed his lips together ... then Anthenio raised his hand and left his mark on Heer's face.۔

His eyes flashed darkly for a moment. He then lifted his head again. His face was full of tenderness as he softly said, "Ana, there's nothing more important in this world than you. You haven't answered me yet. Will you be my girlfriend?" One hand held red roses, the other an extravagant and sparkling pink diamond necklace, like a dual guarantee representing love and future. This was beyond anything that was written in romance novels. The young ladies in the coffee shop were excited, their faces flushed. Seeing this, they couldn't help but cheer in low voices, "Say yes, say yes!"

Who still has time to blush and heartbeat? Liang Xia didn't feel like in idol novels. After listening to someone's voice, she can feel at ease in Barabala... Now she only feels more panicked than before, and her feet are kicking underwater. The hands that drag into Su Lixin's arm can't wait to dig into his flesh. It's not the romance of flesh and blood, you have me and you, but the fear that the other party will leave her behind.

said a new voice. The owner of the voice pushed through the women in front of us. She was young, probably a year or more younger than me. She was pretty with red hair, porcelain skin and a perfect dentition as she smiled at us. I racked my head to remember who she was and when I did, I smiled. "Raina," I said and she eyed the two of us with narrowed eyes. "Hello, Sandy. It's nice to see you two." Raina gasped. "I heard you two are dating now."

For just a second, I caught a glimpse of pain flickering across his face before it vanished behind his usual icy facade. "The wedding's next month," he said. "Nora needs a bridesmaid." Nora Hunter. The girl who had shown up out of the blue three months ago, 20 and all sunshine with her blonde hair and blue eyes, clueless about the shadows in the world. Francis had welcomed her into the mansion, showered her with jewels, and paraded her around at every high-society event. Francis kept whispering sweet nothings to me, even as he was gearing up to marry someone else.

“Your pack, the land—it feels like the real world, except none of my problems can reach us here.” He wraps one arm around me, pulling me closer, and kisses the top of my head. “I’ve always felt at peace here, but nothing compares to being here with you.” I turn into him, resting my hand on his heart. “I’m beginning to understand that my peace seems to be wherever you are.” Just as I lean in to kiss him, Benny pops out from behind Roman. “New guy seems okay, yeah?” He’s smiling like he knows exactly what he just did, and he narrowly dodges a smack to the back of the head.

“I haven’t even met him.” “Exactly!” she shouted. “That’s worse! Falling for someone you’ve never seen is peak disaster energy.” “I’m not falling for anyone.” “Good.” She pointed at me again. “Because emotional damage is expensive. And I know you. You fall for men with mystery, danger, and cheekbones sharp enough to stab you.” “I do not!” “You SO do.” Mira narrowed her eyes. “And this man sounds like he invented cheekbones.” I let out a breath and slung my bag over my shoulder. “I’ll be okay. I promise.”

With deliberate slow motion, I pulled the cotton down past my left shoulder, exposing my neck entirely to her view. Dana gasped, her tablet slipping an inch in her grip. The left side of my neck was a map of deep purple bruises. A heavy ring of dark purple encircled the muscle, with the fresh, clear mark of the mating bond at the center, the crescent-shaped wound where Sebastian’s fangs had torn through my defenses. The scent of iced cedar and warm citrus poured out from the wound, an undeniable claim that no league office could ever dispute. I looked into Dana’s pale face, my blue eyes sharp and unwavering. The voice of the Wolves captain rang clear:

His gaze held a mixture of gratitude and something deeper, a sentiment he seldom revealed. As she continued to dress his wounds, the room seemed to shrink, narrowing down to the unspoken connection between them. Raina, in your writing, delves into the complexities of their romance. The physical act of dressing wounds serves as a metaphor for the healing they find in each other amid the chaos of their lives. Let the readers feel the emotional nuances, the uncharted territory of love in the shadows.