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*Blair’s Point of View* --- I woke up with the bright light making me close my eyes again. Fudge! When did I open my window? I opened my eyes again to scan my surroundings and noticed that I was not in my room. This room seems so familiar, though. Then I turned to my left side and... Hold on a second. Why is it that there's a blonde-haired girl beside me? Sh*t, where the fudge am I? I looked at the girl beside me, and I noticed that she's almost naked with just a blanket covering her body while her back is facing me. That's one hell of a sexy back.

she gasped, eyes popping out with a twinkle of relief "You found me.That was quick." Hie guys kindly check out my other book here on goodnovel titled A BLOODSTAINED I DO. The book is a romantic suspence thriller i hope that makes sense haha. It speaks of two friends who fooled an 'innocent' blind girl into marrying an assassin but it seems she just might just be the the one fooling all of them. A tale of massive twists and turns and its COMPLETE. Do check it out you wont regret! Leave a review too! Much love

Jonathan’s POV I wasn’t one to wax poetic about a woman, but she was stunning. She looked like a doll with her golden hair and big, blue eyes. No, not a doll, a siren. I had found my eyes being drawn to her mouth over and over again, wondering what she tasted like. I liked to get to know a woman better before I took her to bed, and I knew nothing about Mila. And yet my blood was singing for her. There was something almost vulnerable about her, something that aroused long-buried, protective instincts towards her. I was curious about Mila in a way I hadn’t been curious about a woman in years.

I mumbled. "Yes, my dear, and did you know how Nicolo got blind?" "How?" "He was inside the mansion during the fire breakout. He was reviewing a contracted document that was sent from the office. No one knows how the fire started because it was just Me, Nicolo, Maid Nina that was at home that day. The rest workers were given an unaware day off letter. We don't know who gave out the letters," she added.

Black magic surges, a void-like wave slamming into Kaelen. He freezes, eyes glazing, sword trembling in his grip. “Kaelen?” I call, heart lurching. He turns, stormy eyes blank, now glowing with an eerie purple haze. The novel’s pull, amplified by black magic. He roars, charging me, blade aimed for my heart. “No!” I dodge, rolling across jagged rocks, pain shooting through my ribs. Kaelen’s rampaging, sword slashing wildly, eyes unseeing but locked on me.

Aloha Lovely readers, Thank you so much for your patience as I contemplate next steps for this story. To be honest, deciding how to move forward has been a struggle for me. But I've finally made a decision and I'm ready to stick to it. You see, the novella I wrote for Rhett and Brynlee wasn't planned. It was a story that developed in my mind as I wrote Olivia's book, which is why I didn't write a longer book for them. I've had this entire series planned for a while and they just weren't in it. That was a lack of foresight on my part, I suppose.

Raven sounded a little confused, and still looked embarrassed. Heather put her book on the table and pushed it in front of Raven. There was a small picture on the front, just like most of Raven's Braille books. The picture looked like a little blonde girl wearing a homemade Superman -- Supergirl, I suppose -- costume. The title was Robin's Great Adventures. At the bottom of the picture I could barely make out the words "A story by", then in larger letters "Raven Tipton".

Her mouth parted without permission. “I noticed you have plenty of other books and sketch magazines like this. So I decided to get these” he said calmly, like he hadn’t just dropped a bomb on her fragile emotions. She lifted one of the books carefully, almost like it might disappear if she wasn’t gentle enough. “These novels haven’t been released in the market yet” she said softly. “And these are my favorite magazines” she said, referring to the long magazines. She loved reading when she wasn’t sketching. She loved getting lost in stories. She had been counting down the months for these exact books to be available. She had talked about them without even realizing how often.

And worse… what kind of woman hears it and feels her pulse spike instead of her pride? The city blurred past the car window now, my coffee untouched in the cup holder. Sebastian sat beside me, absorbed in something on his phone, the other hand resting casually on the armrest between us. As for me,I'm scrolling on my phone on the Good Novel App searching for my favorite novel at the moment in my library- Secret Vow of the Ruthless Billionaire by Trendsterchum Chronicles. It's a romance novel with some high-tech or a bit of sci-fi in a few early chapters but went on as usually a romance story without the sci-fi thing after about 8 chapters of high-tech intel syndicated saga. I clicked it but m

When he opened them again, his gaze had changed—still controlled, but darker and deeper. Hungry. He lifted his hand fully this time, his fingers sliding slowly along her waist, drawing her closer until her body aligned with his. Not pressing—just touching. The heat of him soaked through her clothes, sending a shiver down her spine. “You’re playing with fire,” he said softly. “Then burn with me.” His breath broke. His forehead lowered to hers—barely touching, but close enough that she felt the warmth of him, the promise beneath his restraint. She expected a kiss, but instead, Daniel’s lips brushed her cheekbones, her temple, and the side of her jaw—each touch was nothing more than a warm brea