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Sending love and well wishes to you all xx A trail of water dripped behind Bellamy as he emerged from the shower, a towel hung loosely around his waist as he ruffled another towel through his now damp curls. “Whatcha reading gorgeous?” he nodded to Thea. Placing an intricately carved silver bookmark in between the pages, she placed her book down on the bedside table. Letting out a contented sigh, she stretched her arms and legs out on the bed. “It’s called ‘Her Fae Lovers’ by one of my favourite authors, Jane Knight.” A sleepy smile danced across her face as she dragged her eyes over Bellamy’s wet, exposed torso. Little pearls of water clung to his taught, tanned skin making him glisten unde

Elena’s POV One and a half year later She drew the blinds, made a hot chocolate and settled down with a book in her lap. It was a romance she had bought from the local supermarket. It was the story of a girl who ran from her house and found a considerate guy in the new city who was hiding from his past. “Loving The Writer Billionaire”, she read the title. She started the book but put it down. There were so many questions in her mind.

Grinning, he planned what he would send to Amy and ordered the gifts from some shops. It would be a war to win her heart. Well, maybe it wasn’t an accurate term, as Amy confessed she loved him. It was a war to make her choose him. At least he had something to do. He wouldn’t give up until the last day. So, Amy received another gift that day. It was a diamond jewelry set. The note was short: ‘I hope you like this since it’s who you are to me: my precious one.’ Vivian nodded to see the gift. “At least he has a good taste. Try it!”

So she just kept walking, silently. Everything felt so perfect, just the way it was right now. Why couldn’t things stay this way? She loved this island, this beach. She could see herself staying here, settling here with Caleb. She could see them building a life together, safe from the rest of the world, at peace. Maybe they’d build a small house, high up on the cliffs, overlooking the ocean. They could leave their pasts behind, start over. Was that even possible?

The sun was blazing and so was the wind blowing. It's just a normal November afternoon down in Azores. Isaac loved everything about the state except its weather. He would've left, four mouths ago, but the thought of that girl… Bella. He mumbled to himself, staring absently at the swaying grasses. He had gone back to the club in Ghufti countless times over the months, even postponing departing on that day just to hear from her, but, she never called.

My Beloved Readers, Thank you for supporting me with Kaleb's story. For those who have not read my other books, please find the list below: Book 1: Mommy, Where Is Daddy? The Forsaken Daughter's Return Book 2: Flash Marriage A Billionaire For A Rebound (Kenzie's Story) Book 3: I Kissed A CEO And He Liked It (Kyle's Story) Book 4: The Devil's Love For The Heiress (Kate's Story)

It came to his mind out of nowhere. "I love it. Thank you very much." Melanie replied getting off the car. "I am relieved." Jacob came beside her and pulled her inside. The two excited people who were behaving like kids had not noticed that they were holding hands. Both their faces were brimming with happiness. Melanie was happy because she could relive her childhood days while Jacob was happy because the woman beside him was happy.

The lovely woman in question snorts at that, then gives me a light kiss before she murmurs a low, "Smartass!" into my ear. I snort, then go on. "And because it's so true, I'm also happy for having the best friends in the world." Bella echoes my words, although she adds that she's ecstatic about the first book she did a collaboration on hitting the shelves soon, before she, too, adds the friends remark. When my mother doesn't offer her own thanksgiving comment right away Bella leans close to me and chuckles softly, then adds, for my ears only,

The coffee shop smelled of roasted beans and warm cinnamon, a comforting embrace that felt utterly foreign to a life as cold as mine. I wrapped both hands around my ceramic cup, seeking its warmth even though the dark liquid inside had long since gone cold. Across the small table, Clara leaned forward, her sharp eyes scanning my face with a mixture of raw curiosity and fierce concern. Clara had always been my anchor, straightforward, protective, and unshakable. We had met years ago, back when I was just a girl in a caregiver’s uniform, long before my identity was swallowed by the heavy shadow of Adrian Michael’s name.

Their souls seemed to transcend every barrier, reaching the she-wolf they She smiled faintly at them. This was something they would never possess. They held absolute power in their hands and lived in the lap of luxury, yet they could never again touch that warmth they once knew. Remorse would haunt them for the rest of their lives, plunging them into daily cycles of agony and relentless torment. They would never find happiness again. They had lost their love. They had lost Serena. For all the days of their lives, they would never again know a single moment of joy.