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“Who knows, maybe one day, I will write my own book or movie.” Katia chuckled. Cronos was sure that would never happen, but he continued to let her have her fantasy. He continued looking at the different titles and noticed there was one subject missing. Turning to look at his niece, he inquired, “No romance novels to read?” “NO. I have had enough of real romance to know that crap in books does not exist.” She scowled at him.

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Maybe, if things progressed. This was another family I could never be a part of; another window I would never be able to breach. There was no hope of a future here; I'd always be second best. It hadn't even gotten that far. I was attracted to Jeanie but we weren't a couple; we had no past ... and maybe no future. Still, the potential was there. Jeanie had said she'd loved me; she'd fought with her sister because she had fallen for me. Love wasn't enough; love could never be enough. No, it's not enough. But it is an essential ingredient.

She walked into his room only for her to welcome Aeden’s mystery upon herself. “Would you stop pacing around like that?” Kia rolled her eyes looking at Carla so frustrated. “I can’t Kia. I just can’t!” She stopped, yelled, and continued pacing. “So what if you found a gun in his drawer. All rich asses have it these days,” she said stuffing her mouth with a handful of potato chips. “Pistol. It was a pistol, not a gun. And no. it is not normal for a person to have a pistol like that,” Carla said frustrated.

Right before the syndicate's power handover, I flew back to New York after a year of studying jewelry design in Europe. But the night before the ceremony, my secret boyfriend of three years—the Rossi family's new second-in-command—sent me a text: [Sorry, Chloe. I lost a card game, and you were my chip. You're his problem now.] Before I could even breathe, I got tagged in the family's encrypted dark-web channel. The top thread was blowing up: [The Mafia Boss Just Won a Fat Pig for a Girlfriend!] Pinned right at the top was an old photo of me from a few years ago. Back when I was 180 pounds. The comment section was ruthless: [If the Boss knew what he actually won, he'd regret making that bet.]

The Bonding Love (Ver. English) Writer by Mamaya Writer This novel is written solely from the imagination of the writer. The plot, location, culture, beliefs, religion, and characters do not exist. Dear readers, please use discretion when reading. It's all just a hypothesis to write it all over again. Prologue In the year 199X,

Not when they had each other. ~ ~ ~ THE END ~ ~ ~ Author's Note: I hope you enjoyed reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. This is my first attempt at writing an LGBT novel, so go easy on me! I would love to hear your thoughts. It'll mean a lot to me! Thank you, cheers and be kind to all! P.s It's not over! There will some extra (steamy) chapters star

We're shifting the lens to the children and the characters whose stories aren't quite finished yet because let's be honest, a few of them are very much unfinished. The working title is Too Late to Regret: Claimed by My Stepbrother. See you there.

My heartbeat quickens as I turn my focus back to Nathan and try to ignore to others within the room. Connor grunts, “Stop bringing her stuff. I thought I made myself clear the last time I was here.” Nathan raises an eyebrow and slowly turns towards him. “I’ve tried to be the nice guy, but I can’t any longer. I don’t see a ring on her finger, so I can do whatever I want. Plus, it is clear her weekly appointments aren’t with you, but with someone else. So, you have no right to tell me what I can and can’t do with her.”

She makes her way closer to me on the couch and takes my hand. "People look at us like our lives are all glitz and glamour but there's a lot that goes on behind closed doors." She continues to say and I smile at her to keep myself from saying something I'll regret. Even though I get what she's saying, I don't at all relate. I don't experience the glitz and glamour because nobody even knows of my existence, let alone the fact that I'm dating him. All I ever experience is the closed-door part of her speech. The treacherous part. I don't get VIP access to famous clubs, I don't get invited to important parties. I don't even get taken out on dates.