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Patricia Before I could’ve cough or hiccup or do anything else to disguised what I had just done, his eyes found mine and they just stayed there. My breath hitched, not prepared for the intensity of his stare. I was surprised. His desire was very evident, unshielded, and it confused me why he wasn’t making any attempt to hide it like I was. I didn’t have to worry about that too much because he halted my thoughts as he stepped closer, his hand dropped to my thigh pushing it apart so he could stand between my legs. In all this he never looked away. His hand travelled lightly from my thigh to my bare waist. I bit my lip inching closer to him. My hands left the counter and planted themselves on

One of his strong hands had gripped her waist, while the other had tangled in her hair, holding her in place as their passion escalated. "More…" Evelyn whispered in her mind, overwhelmed by the flood of emotions and desire coursing through her. Her eyes had roamed over his ruggedly handsome face, and her fingers had traced the contours of his body—down his strong jaw, across his broad chest, and lower still. "Help me…" she had whispered, her voice thick with need. What had followed after was a night of uncontrollable passion, one that Evelyn could barely believe had happened. Now, as she stood in the aftermath, the weight of reality crashed down on her. She had just given herself to a man sh

That is every embarrassing detail of their encounter in that little cabin. There were so many things she’d questioned in her life, and this never was one that she’d been aware of. Why would the Moon Goddess and Fate do this to her? She made him in accessible to Ana. A crime to be with the vampire made for her by Fate and the Moon Goddess. It wasn’t fair. Why couldn’t it have happened to Tatiana? Ana wanted to see Tatiana hold back her needs and have to make a choice like she did. Really? Did she get to have a choice? Things happened, and she’d not had enough willpower today no longer.

A good 30 people cried and told stories of how wonderful she was. When it was my turn, my hands shook as I stood in front of everyone. It felt as if my story was the most important, I am the reason she is gone. I haven't been able to sleep or think clearly. This was my life now, it was a living hell. "Maddie was beautiful. She was so beautiful that she captured my heart from the moment I laid eyes on her. The ring on her finger meant a lot to me, she was the first woman I've ever loved. I loved her more than life itself. The day she passed, I thought to myself how I would even live without her here. But then I remembered that she left me with a beautiful daughter. My daughter's personality a

Taking Vance's advice, I don't look back; I drag my leg on the ground and walk as fast as I can and the sounds behind me begin to fade. Is this how it ends; is this how I end? The question goes unanswered, accompanied by a never-ending pool of tears and blood that leaves a trail of path on the floor. I’m bleeding and everywhere hurts but I have no idea where the blood is coming from. It's like walking in a dark tunnel but there's no light ahead and there's no hope for the light. Then suddenly, the darkness shines bright as a car moves in speed and zaps toward me and then it stops, and the passenger seat at the front pushes open, revealing Isleen.

I started to get tired of insisting, maybe it was time to end it all. That thought as I walked home, I know Bill will make a fuss about me leaving without his permission, but I stopped caring, I was tired of begging Bill for his attention, last night's humiliating rejection had been the straw that broke the camel's back. As I opened the door to my house, I thought of Brandon. He had seen me nearly naked in pictures, but as long as he didn't say anything to Bill, everything would be okay, I guess. I don't even know how to feel about that.

Author’s Note to the Reader Dear Reader, What you are about to step into is not just a love story. It’s a tangled web of passion, betrayal, secrets, and the quiet ache of discovering the truth behind the people we think we know. Jacqueline’s journey is one many of us know too well, the journey of holding on when we should let go, of chasing stability while craving fire, of mistaking comfort for love. Her story unfolds in layers: through the haunting grip of her dreams, the unraveling of a once-promising engagement, and the magnetic pull of a man who exists both in her subconscious and in the shadows of her waking life.

I glare up at Levi Crosswalk, hatred tightening every muscle in my face. "I reject you, Levi Crosswalk, and I will never be your mate—in this life or the next!" I spit, venom dripping from every word. His jaw clenches. His hands curl into fists. "And I reject you, Anastasia Purrey. I hereby break the mate bond between us. You’re free to prostitute yourself wherever you choose." His words are cold, cruel, deliberate. The insult lands like a slap. I raise my hand—rage burning in my veins—but he catches it midair and yanks me close. Too close. I can feel his breath against my cheek.

She could hate the man and still appreciate how hot he was. "Fine, but it's a once off and no one finds out. Ever," she agreed, her skin crawling from hatred, even as her pussy throbbed with anticipation. They drank. Far too much. Carry didn't know it, but Bill was a huge fan of her books. He wanted their revenge fuck exactly as Carry had written it in her most recent chapter. So he had a tiny, little obsession. He hacked her cloud and kept track of the latest draft of her book. The plot was an age gap. Ruthless billionaire, falling for his step daughter. Bill couldn't help wondering if she thought of him while writing her new book.

“I don’t want you to lose your job. They stared at each other with mutual understanding. And suddenly, they were painfully aware that they were alone in the house. She got excited and could almost feel her wetness slide down her thigh as her chest heaved up and down. Without warning, Elio moved towards her, lust and darkness in his eyes.