Novel & Cerita Overflow With Fake Love Novel

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“I bet you wish it was you, huh slut?” Nygeria- Real World ______ Nygeria I stare at my phone screen at this ridiculous book, am I supposed to believe she falls in love with that asshole? My anger flares; these authors love glorying toxic relationships. Are we supposed to believe that asshole suddenly has a heart of gold? So he’s bullying her because he loves her? What kind of fucking logic is that? I’m tempted to throw my phone across the room, but I close the app and delete it. I’m not interested in reading the rest of ‘My bully loves me.’ The concept is utter trash.

I lightly smiled, looking at the title that currently caught my attention, gently picking the small novel from the heavily stuffed bookshelf, staring at the beautifully designed cover, my fingers lightly skimming over the thick written letters. Plastic Love Opening it, I read the single line written on the first page. "I’ve always loved the way your skin feels like...so soft...and warm..." The soft, gentle sensation of fingers grabbing my shoulders instantly snapped me back to reality, quickly turning around only to meet those obsidian gems, once again staring right back into mine. “Hello, Red.” My mouth hung open, not a single word coming out though as I stared up at him, too stunned to eve

Synthetic as well as natural on either side of the sofa, coffee table and beside the full-length windows. At one corner there was a fire work to keep the place warm. At one side there was an open kitchen and she could say, it was way bigger than her entire place. Everything was just screaming one thing. Luxury... Her thoughts got interrupted when Caroline spoke up, "Come dear." as she led them to the backyard of their place. There was no arrangement or something for the engagement programme and Eden was more than just happy with it. After all it was a fake engagement and wasn’t supposed to meet the usual destination of a wedding.

She placed it carefully on her desk. Tomorrow would be the most important day of the trial. She intended to present the forensic accounting report. She reached for the blue folder. Then stopped. Not tonight. She was tired. The report had already been reviewed dozens of times. There was no need to read it again. She smiled at herself. "You're overthinking." Closing the briefcase, she turned off the desk lamp. Outside her window, rain began falling softly over Shanghai. --- Across the city... Gu Yichen sat alone in his penthouse office overlooking the river.

The class will start now. While going out in a hurry, Samiha handed over an umbrella to Rihanna. -- "The sun outside is on the umbrella. There will be problems again. Running ?? #Unfulfilled_Love #Sabiha_Moyuri B.D. The story is built on the basis of complete imagination. Do not compare with reality. Forgive the mistake.

His hand brushed against mine intentionally, a lingering, scorching touch that made my fingers tremble. Kian flashed Julian a tight, corporate smile, but the moment my husband blinked, Kian’s gaze dropped straight to my high velvet collar, eyes flashing darkly. Cassian smirked openly. His tattooed fingers clamped tightly around the wine stem, his eyes pinning my lips with a predatory, shameless hunger. They were playing the game perfectly. We all pretended we had never met. We all pretended last night never happened. And as I stepped back, my heart hammering against my ribs, I desperately prayed to whatever god was listening that it would stay that way forever.

He exploded, hot ropes painting my chest, the necklace, my neck, and I came again just from the sight, fingers flying to my clit to chase it, body convulsing under him. We collapsed for real then, gasping, amazed me staring at the ceiling like, holy shit, petals, spanks, shoes? Nothing ever seen, for sure. Rowan grabbed a warm washcloth from the bathroom (fancy hotel perks), cleaning me up tender, wiping away the mess with soft strokes, kissing each spot after. "You okay, babe? That was... intense," he murmured, concern in his eyes, pulling me into his arms, big spoon to my little. I snuggled back, sighing content, "More than okay amazed, actually. You wrecked me in the best way." He chuckle

“I get that. I’m in business. Numbers don’t lie but they also don’t care if you’re tired.” We kept talking like that. Jokes flying around the table. Ryan teased Jace about being soft lately. Cole and I bonded over how annoying group projects were. Jace’s hand brushed mine under the table a couple times. Not on purpose but it stayed there longer the second time. At one point Ryan raised his glass. “To fake relationships that look better than most real ones.” I choked on my drink. Jace shot him a look but he was smiling. “Shut up, man,” Jace said, but there was no heat in it.

I swallow the question burning at the back of my throat and keep quiet, letting her continue. “Funnily enough, I had a crush on Liam, Ryder’s brother, first. I liked him so much that I was willing to get into that bet just to prove I had a chance with him, and I did.” She laughs softly, shaking her head. “But it was always Ryder for me.” My stomach twists so sharply that I press my lips together. The fake relationship. The brother. The feelings that were supposed to belong somewhere else. It sounds too fucking familiar. How is this even possible?