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I tried to ask hoping they had an answer for me because nothing about the Kingsley boys ever makes sense to me. “oh come on, I’m sure you have read at least one werewolf teen novel in your life” Axel remarked only to be swatted on his arm by his twin to silence him. He wasn’t wrong, obviously I have read a few of those kind of books but they are just made up romance’s for teens to fantasise about. “Yeah but they were just fiction, right?” I spoke my thoughts out loud, the question earning a chuckle from the twins.

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The Nouveau-Riche Romance Chapter twenty-nine The brightness of the day filtered into the room. Illuminating it with its soft glow. The illumination was just enough to rouse Joan from sleep. Her body felt relaxed, she felt mellow really. It felt like she was coming down from a drug high. No, it was a sex high. Sex? Sex... Joan abruptly opens her eyes as she remembered the events of the previous night. She had sex with Asher. Now that she thought about it it was a crazy night and she wouldn't believe it if she hadn't experienced it.

I try to take care of her at work and outside work, her husband does everything he can to keep her out of trouble. Norah pouts, and I pull her out of the kitchen until we're in a safe, quiet zone. She shows me a small vile wrapped in a silky napkin, watching with wide eyes to see my reaction. "What the hell is that?" I have to ask. She grins. "It's another poison to add to my collection. I finally got the belladonna extract," she explains. "Are you crazy?" I whisper-shout, looking around. "This is a restaurant! You have to stop bringing them here!"

the other twin protested, crossing her arms defiantly. I didn’t bother looking at them this time. “Shh, I don’t want any disturbances, okay?” I said, settling into the couch. I crossed my legs and propped them up on the coffee table, trying to relax despite the ridiculous gown clinging to me. The news was surprisingly engaging today—a report on natural disasters across different countries. Earthquakes, floods, people running in panic. It should have been somber, but I couldn’t help the thrill that coursed through me, like I was watching a scene from an action movie. The chaos on the screen was oddly captivating, a distraction from the chaos in my life.

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“Now what are we to do with her?” “Anything, my dear Clara.” replied Narissa. “Anything at all. We can bring different men to fuck her everyday until her pussy shies away from cocks.” “Good idea.” “I know, right, Loretta?” “Or we could turn your into our very own Onlyfans star. Make money from videos and pictures we sell of you.” “N-no, please.” “What do you say, Renee?” Narissa asked the woman who had been sitting on the bed the whole while. “What makes her so special that our husbands want to die because of her?”

Cassie’s POV “Ughh!” A broken moan slipped from my lips as Sergio’s mouth devoured my folds, his tongue lapping me open, leaving my pussy soaked and twitching. My body trembled, juices spilling as his tongue pushed in and out, greedy for every drop. I bit down hard on my lip, desperate to muffle the shameless sounds tearing out of me, but it was useless, the way his rough palms kneaded my breasts, claiming them like they belonged to him, made me cry out his name.

The dorm room smelled like instant ramen, vanilla body spray, and the faint metallic tang of nervous sweat. Finals week had turned the entire floor into a pressure cooker, but room 412 was quieter than most. Lights off except for the two desk lamps and the blue glow from Lena’s laptop screen. Textbooks and highlighters littered the floor like casualties.

Which is why I haven’t been using it ever since I started writing 1001 Dark Tales. Yes, I could have written it quicker, but 1001 Dark Tales are dark romance tales. I’m not ashamed of anything I write, but I would rather not act out the scenes with three males who I don’t even know their names or what they look like. I push those thoughts away as I put the quill down and grabbed my other manuscripts, leafing through them. Each of them was only partly done and would benefit from using the quill on them. Before I could pull one out, though, I heard a knock at my door.