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he whispered alluringly. At that moment, I stopped caring about the question. Our future together had been written for us a long time ago. Someone could say that the affection we shared wasn't real since it was created by a spell… But isn't love always magical? It began exactly like the love between Immara and Jadiel. It started with that one magical kiss. After all that happened, I like to think of the kissing spell not as a curse, but merely a way to correct the evil fate of our previous lives. This time, we finally found our happy-ending. THE END

But he gently touched her chin with her thumb and made her look at his eyes which hold nothing but love for her. "For every flirt, my kisses will answer you" He replied, caressing her lips as she smiled at his words. "Jaan," she replied as he looked on confused "Honey doesn't give me that emotion. Whenever you call me Jaan, I feel so connected" She completed as she lowered her eyes not able to look at him after such confessions. He will surely tease her or do anything for sure. But to her surprise, he just hugged her with little tears in his eyes.

and discover all the secrets and lies in this journey. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Note- This is the introduction of female protagonist and her family members and hometown. I know home town description is long, and some of readers may feel it boring but trust me in "GoodNovel" all readers are from different countries and cities, so, I thought a brief introduction and little bit information help you all. Love you all.......... xoxo.......

I don’t play games. Eric: How are you? Irina: I’m good, right now I am here at Coffee Bean, drinking a cup of caramel macchiato, and eating a slice of milk tea cake and writing a novel. Eric: Wow, delicious. What genre of novel is that? Irina: About dreams and time travel, self-love, peace and isolation, loneliness, desperation, and life and death. It’s not a love story, but almost a love story. Eric: Doesn’t sound like a love story to me, but it seems Interesting,

Tears pricked my eyes, and I leaned back against him, letting the moment sink deep into my heart. As the waves whispered against the stilts of our bungalow and the stars shimmered above us, I thought to myself about our love story and the life we’ve created for ourselves so far, especially with Amelia as the perfect addition to our little family. I couldn’t help but be grateful for where life had brought me with this man even though we met through the most unconventional way. Looking out into the ocean now, the greatest thought to cross my mind was that this thing Liam and I shared was the best thing I never expected.

Chapter Thirty-One Destiney I can’t believe Keegan told me he loves me. I never thought I would hear that from anyone, let alone Keegan. I hope he means it; I can’t wait to get out of here and get back to normal life. I sill still have this stupid cast on my leg, and it will make things hard getting around and what not, but at least I am alive, and I have my family.

Love, it seemed, held the power to rewrite the script of existence itself. Truly, it was a testament to the resilience of human emotion and the inexplicable bonds that tethered souls together. Her return to the realm of the living felt like a symphony orchestrated by love, a crescendo that had brought her back from the brink of the unknown. The narrative echoed with the refrain of miracles, a reminder that even in the face of uncertainty, the power of the heart could rewrite the very rules of reality.

“I love you princess. Keep looking at the blue sky. Keep blinking. Keep listening to my voice.” I tried to keep my eyes open. I wanted to listen to him but my eyes closed again. I couldn’t hear him anymore. I was going to be alone but I wasn’t afraid anymore. The bad man would never come to me because he said I would be alone. He would not be there to hurt me.

There was nothing so wondrous as this, nothing so fulfilling as a perfect kiss "A perfect kiss?" Joanna Lennox glared at the last page of her Gothic novel, Lady Jade's Wild Lord. "There is no such thing as a perfect kiss." A perfect kiss was a myth. She was sure there wasn't, because if there were, she would have been kissed by now and known that, wouldn't she? Yet here she was at twenty years old, unkissed, uncourted, and utterly alone.

Evan, who had been panicking all this time because he was afraid Ajeng would suddenly want to leave him like in the dramas his mother often watched, was now speechless. "You're so annoying! Why are you being so difficult? I was just asking a question. Why are you getting so worked up and panicking?" the woman asked with a pout. "Eh? You were just asking?" Ajeng nodded. "I just finished reading a novel by Ella. It's our real story, but she changed our names. Take a look, honey. Well, the content is really dark from her point of view. That's why I was crying earlier. Here, she wrote that you really love me, to the point that you didn't care at all when she cheated on you from the first day you