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I asked and he shook his head. Beloved's were the vampires version of mates. I didn't know if Vampires still believed in them since it seemed that most werewolves no longer believed in mates but I could hope. "Don't you know, Kitty? Haven't you figured it out yet?" he asked as he pulled me into his arms. "You are my beloved." he whispered in my ear and I froze. "What?" I asked, confused. "You call to me. You always have. Your blood, your voice, your scent, your body, your mind. You are mine." he continued and I felt a knot form in my stomach.

This technique had finally calmed her down significantly. After making sure that she was calmed, he picked up the book from her luggage. 'I too had a love story ' was the title of the book, he had seen her read it many times. It was one of her favourite books which easily caused her to tear up by the time she finished reading. She patted her bed and asked him to lay with her as he read the novel. So he decided to clear his work related stuff and kick off his shoes and settle next to her.

She said in rage no longer keeping her feelings in. "I am the one you are supposed to be married to, I have waited for two hundred years for your love, how can I let a mortal woman take what is mine?" She questioned struggling to get up. "I never agreed to making you my woman, you are just a lowly servant who is serving me with your life, nothing more" he replied. Vivianne's feel a strong emotion of hatred and hurt hearing that she mean nothing to him more than a donor of her life to keep him safe. And he just referred to her as a lowly servant, this is all because of the woman who has stolen his heart with her deceits

Usually when Alland’s mood is not good, he will vent it through novels, and it works very well on him. Fifteen minutes passed, Alland turned the pages of the novel. Then he threw it aside. He let out a rough breath. For some reason, this time he felt annoyed reading the romance genre novel. He felt that love only existed in novels. He never even felt true love. It’s unfortunate. “Love is bullshit.” Camella opened her eyes slowly, adjusting to the light coming in through the curtains. She still felt very weak, his body was so weak, plus she had not eaten all night.

Hello and Aslamulaikum to all the lovelies Hope you all are doing well. So , firstly i want to thank Good novel app for giving me this amazing opportunity i want you all to support me and shower me with comments and likes Do review me about the book . I hope you all will support me and help me in reaching success This story is about two identical girls The male protagonist fell in love with the identical of his fiancé. What will happen when an obsessive man fell in love ? Now will he claim her ? What's written in the destiny of both girls? Regards Minie polo

her mother says and Linda squirms on my lap to go with White, I pass her who decides to play with her father's hair, he doesn't look more than 30 years old, White is handsome and incredibly tall, Akira has the best part of your parents. A unique emotion fills my heart as I watch these people, for the first time I will have a real family. [...] "I agree to take it, but I can't eat any more cake " I say, Bela is a wonderful cake, she has four types of cake made and she gave me a piece of each one of them. Maybe more than one piece of each... " My dear, you are thin, you need to eat! " I feel heavy with so much mass in my stomach " You'll eat a lot when you're pregnant, that's how it was with m

“Seriously, who are you going to bang? Zeke? Or the mysterious hottie? Happy asked rather curiously. “Of course she’ll bang the new hottie. I mean, who doesn’t love some new blood? Am i right Bells?,” love asked. Belle shrugged at them both as if she was confused. But Of course the answer to love’s question was a yes. She knew she could definitely go for “some new blood” like happy described it. She wasn’t about to admit that to her friends just yet. Not when he hadn’t even texted her at least. otherwise, she would seem thirsty as hell. Even though she was thirstier than ever.

“When you finish, just walk out the door and go to the end of the corridor. Darren would like to eat dinner with you, if you don't mind, of course.” I shook my head. “Not at all. I will gladly join him.” I felt the warmth flooding my chest. There was no reasonable way to explain my reaction. It seemed like my entire body was surrendering to this man's unique captivity. I could admit that he was handsome—or rather irresistibly hot—but I used to meet attractive men before and never spared them more than a glance. Certainly, I was married then, and now I was no longer in a relationship, but could one truly fall out of love in two days? Were two days enough for one's broken heart to mend itself

her voice was jammed as she said that "I thought I loved him, really thought and there was even a time where I thought I was loved too. That Callisto had for me the same feeling he had for his wife." 'Oh' I thought 'then that Elaine wasn’t so unreal,' I flattered my lips. With every word of Elaine, the book I had read became more obvious, clearer. The sacrifice of the demon king was not a silly book, it was the first life of a child who was afraid of darkness. It was the story of a human who despaired at the idea of being dumped in that dark and scary place, because what the novel was about - it wasn’t even 1% of the real things Elaine had to go through.

Tamir could not imagine his beloved doing black witchcraft. Beloved ... what a warm word! Native! You pronounce it to yourself and it seems as if your mother’s arms are embracing, and in your shoulders you can immediately guess such a force, as if you can level the sky with the earth, if only the one that makes your heart skip a beat remains nearby. But how to overcome suffocating shyness, how to tell the most beautiful girl in the world that you have loved her for a long time? As soon as I saw her for the first time - shy, timid, with a shadow from lowered eyelashes on her cheeks - I lost my peace. And only she, her smile, her voice, make you grit your teeth, not give free rein to the shame