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I strive to bring you a polished story, and this setback has pushed me even more in that regard. I Promise Queen Kimarhi and her fated will return, and when that happens, you will get to meet Imagyn. Until the next episode, if you are interested, try my other GoodNovel. It's a dark romance that turns sweet, with the female lead experiencing character growth and sexual discovery. Anything for Lola, also by Demona Maxwell Lola Angelos is a simple waitress with aspirations of being a chef. However, tuition debt puts those dreams on hold. She should take comfort in her relationship, but her possessive boyfriend doesn't make that easy.

Hazel sat in the room, breathing slowly. The lights have been turned off and the room dimly and intentionally lit by candlesticks. An alluring fragrance filled the air, it caressed her nostrils and made her insides curl. The bed was perfectly and neatly made, and a few roses sprinkled on the floor. Whose attempt at making this a romantic wedding night was this? She clasped her fingers together, breathing rapidly as she stared down at the bed beneath her. A romantic wedding night. Would Luca be here soon? Would he try to consummate the marriage.

"I came to speak with Hazel, if that's any of your business." Arin laughed and sauntered over to Hazel's desk. "Oh, right. Because you two are such good friends now, aren't you? I have been seeing you both together lately, work has really bound you two together. There was a romance novel I was reading, titled Bound by Work... The chemistry between the two characters is just very similar to yours." Arin said, chuckling. Hazel looked horrified, and Gerald felt a wave of anger wash over him. "What are you talking about, Arin?"

There were tables set around, a champagne tower, buffet tables, waiters walking around with glasses and people dressed magnificently for the occasion. “I don't think I can do this,” I shakily looked up at Mikhail. All my preparation was out the window. “You're in no position to choose, Marlowe,” he said passively as his eyes scanned the room. “If anyone asks and insists like that lady just did, tell them you're my girlfriend and we've been private. We met in high school and we met again recently,” he leaned forward and finally settled his eyes on me. “Got it?” He leaned forward and brushed his lips over my ear.

She chuckled, and I forced myself to nod. Well, Willow was partially right. I was nervous about getting married to him, but that wasn't all the reasons. If he could kill those girls without even blinking his eyes, what more could he do? He already has them even before he dragged me into his house, he never thought of the moment he spent with them, never tried to reconsider, he just... He just killed the three like that. My heart clenched tightly. “You know... From the romance book I read last night, I got to understand one thing. You two would soon get the spark. From hate to love, that's what they call it.” She grinned dreamily, and I scoffed before pushing her forward.

Kane's face was a mask of devastation, while Liam continued to shout my name until his voice broke. But their voices faded into nothing as Damien's hand tightened around mine. We stepped out of the chapel into the golden afternoon light. Rose petals fell from above like snow - a vampire tradition for new beginnings. "How do you feel, Mrs. Damien?" my husband asked, his pale eyes twinkling with amusement. I smiled, feeling our child's presence like a warm secret between us. "Like I'm finally home." He lifted our joined hands and kissed my new wedding ring - a band of white gold embedded with blood diamonds that caught the light like stars.

Then, as I scrolled further, a suggestion caught my eye: "Read romance novels to understand what love looks like in action." It sounded ridiculous, but desperation overrode pride. I clicked onto a bookstore website and began scrolling through its romance section. The titles and covers differed-some sweet, others fiery-but they all promised the same thing: a vision of what love might look like. I put a stack of them into my cart, trying to block out that nagging little voice inside my head, which questioned what I was doing. As I finished placing the order, I caught my reflection in the screen. Garrett Cullen, crime lord, feared by most, now rummaging through romance novels for answers. The t

Cas’s hand fisted in Damien’s hair, hips bucking. “Fuck, Damien… just like that.” Cas’s voice was wrecked. His free hand found mine, squeezing. “You see how he sucks me? So fucking good.” I couldn’t look away. Damien’s head bobbed, cheeks hollowing, saliva dripping down Cas’s thick length. I leaned in, kissing Cas deeply while Damien worked him. “You two look incredible together.” Cas broke the kiss with a gasp. “Get over here, Mari. On my face.” I straddled his mouth eagerly, facing Damien. Cas’s tongue dove into me instantly, lapping at the mess of cum inside. “Oh—Cas!”

Damien warned. Too late. A clatter echoed through the hall, followed by a sharp female voice descending the staircase. “Damien, my child, tell me it is not true you married that wretched daughter of McCracken. It’s all over the news—” The woman stopped abruptly when she saw Benita. Her sharp gaze moved from her son to the young woman standing beside her favorite porcelain now broken. “Damien?” she raised a brow. Damien stepped beside Benita. “Mother, meet Benita Blackwell—my wife. Benny, my mother, Clarissa Blackwell.”

She caught herself smiling the more she thought about Xavier sitting on the reading chair and a romance novel placed under the antique lamp. So he loved romance. Yet he was so terrible at it! Is he though? She asked herself again as she picked an old book with an eye-catching title. She could tell the book was at least sixty to seventy years old but well preserved. It only had a title on it but Halle could tell it would be good. She sat down on the reading table and even though she didn’t need the lamp, she turned it on, a relaxed smile on her face as she began to read, lost in the world that the book pulled her into.