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-I BELONG TO YOU FOREVER - ENDLESSLY MINE - INFINITELY OURS -WHEN YOU LEAVE YOPUR HEART BEHIND .... so far there are still more to be uploaded. ***** POWER AND TEMPTATION MAFIA SERIES( romance/erotic/betrayal)************ - BOOK 1 ITALIAN MAFIA ************INDIVIDUAL STORIES************* - FEARLESS LUNA (WEREWOLF SEXY ROMANCE STORY) **** **** SPANISH VERSIONS AVAILABLE AT BUENOVELA****************** **SAGA DE HOMBRES LOBO ( 3 LIBROS DISPONIBLES Y COMPLETOS) EN BUENOVELA

With two claps of my hands, the lights went off and I languidly slipped under the covers and searched for the e-book version of the steamiest romance novel my mind has ever had to process. I often sought solace in the comforting umbra of these silent walls. I discovered at a very tender age that the dark is your companion when you do not want to be haunted by knowing. I did not want to know the truth, or what I feared to be the truth, so I ran into the welcoming arms of darkness and explicitly narrated sexual endeavours between a young woman and an older man who both know what kind of service their bodies need. As I scrolled through the page and allowed my imagination to take care of the res

BOOK 2 "ITALIAN MAFIA 2/she's still mine NOW AVAILABLE You can find my available information in my profile to be aware of my books, which you can find in Spanish here in BUENOVELA and English in GOODNOVEL. AVAILABLE BOOKS Buenovela Goodnovel Werewolf Series (Buenovela) (Goodnovel) Libro 1 "Por Siempre Tuya" - Book 1 "I Belong to you forever" BOOK 2 SEQUEL (Goodnovel) Libro 2 "Eternamente Mia" - Book 2 "Endlessly Mine" BOOK 3 SEQUEL (Goodnovel) Libro 3 "Infinitamente Nuestra - Book 3 "Infinitely Ours"

Luckily during my training, I got well-versed in every genre. Actually, dark romance is a guilty pleasure of mine. Not that I'll ever admit that. I've read many, and I know how to make her books as dark as they can be. She must be new to writing it because she completely discarded the truly dark romance plot and went to the morally gray one. Just because I like dark romance doesn't mean I want to do this stuff to her.

My voice was steadier than I felt, pushing aside my fear. "Of course. She uses a pen name—Thea Blackwood," Declan responded, noting the wince I tried to hide. "You'd know her as the author of Forbidden Desires. The title hit me like a bell ringing in the distance. "The romance novel?" It seemed silly, too fanciful for the serious matters that occupied my life and powers. But I couldn't ignore its underlying currents of magic, elements, and foretelling; they had revealed truths between the lines, whispering insistently like rippling water.

The room was dimly lit, the heavy scent of cigar smoke curling through the air. Alessandro De Luca leaned back in his leather chair, swirling a glass of red wine. Across from him, Mateo Salazar stood with calculated ease, his sharp eyes betraying no emotion. The silence between them was razor-thin, each man waiting for the other to speak first. “A man of your reputation shouldn’t be wasting his time in the shadows, Alessandro.” Mateo spoke, breaking the silence. “Especially not when there’s an opportunity to reclaim what’s rightfully yours.”

Down below the dark, cloudy sky indicating the coming of a downpour, the trees wavered and the nocturnal birds cried out giving the forest a noisy environment. The whimpers of Rielle was also loud enough as she was being dragged by a shabby looking wolf with it furs a dirty brown color. It was an unusual color. Without being told, Rielle knew who the wolf was. He was a lone wolf. She made the loners in her story have a different, unusual furs, unlike the others. This set them apart from the rest of their park and that makes them an outcast.

"What's going on? Is she still alive?" "That girl must be possessed by the devil! Hindi 'yan tao!" "Check her! Bilisan niyo!" I kept looking at the moon as I felt the man approaching. No pain. I can't feel anything from my bullet wounds. I received several bullets, yet I didn't feel any even a little sting. But I can feel something inside of me, a familiar sensation that I'm sure I've felt before. Slowly, my head turned to see the man approaching, he stopped midway upon seeing my face and his curious eyes went bigger as his eyes fixed on mine. And before he could even react or flee for his life, I was already behind him, holding his shoulder and neck as my teeth pierced his flesh; I tasted h