Precious Hearts Romances Books Novels & Stories

And the present and future have everything and nothing to do with what could’ve happened in the past and what will happen. Hello, lovelies... If you're a new reader, you can check out my other books on Dreamè Àpp, my books are all completed and búlly, dark romance on there!! Saved By The Devil. Indebted To A Tyrant King. And new one: Lord of Violence (MMMF). A. Gupta

The hut was filled with herbs, candles and books scattered everywhere, the opposite of what it was when I came here last time. “Yes, please come this way,” She led us to the middle table where a large, old book lay open. She gestured for us to sit down and then pointed at the book. “Look at this. Do you know what this is?” We leaned over to take a close look at what she was pointing at, and it was a drawing of a flower. It was white and purple with four petals and a gold centre. It looked delicate and beautiful, but there was also something eerie about it. Just looking at it gave me goose bumps.

The handwriting was neat but feminine with looping letters that spoke of care. Her throat tightened as she began to read. “To my dearest little Esme, If you’re reading this, it means a rainy day has found its way into your heart. I’m sorry I can’t be there to hold you through it, to make you hot chocolate with extra marshmallows and tell you silly stories until you laugh.

It was already there. ┊ ┊ ┊ ⋆ ┊ ┊ ★⋆ ┊ ◦ ★⋆ ┊ . ˚ ˚★ Hello lovely readers, If you're here, that means you not only love supernatural things like I do but you love the act of love too. I'm sure smokin hot alphas make a good selling point for most stories. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for deciding to read my first book, Awakening the Feral! Whatever made you decide to pick it up, I hope the writing has now since convinced you to stay a while.

Chapter 3 Riley’s POV “Dangerous how?” I asked, my voice coming out husky as I turned my face up to his in the dim firelight. My hand stayed pressed on his chest feeling his heart thump under my palm. My pussy was still soaked from all the touching and teasing earlier, my nipples tight and begging for his mouth.

Quietly, I asked, "Joan, do you know why I got my hands on Jonathan's riches in my previous life? Yes, my obedience played a part, but knowing all their dirt was another. "Jonathan had AIDS. His dad got it from one of Jonathan's parties as well. I never let Jonathan sleep with me in our whole marriage. When I found out about his… condition, I agreed to have an IVF baby with Jonathan to keep the Pearson bloodline running. The riches? They were for my baby. "I suggest you focus on the Pearsons. Coming after me is just going to be a waste of your precious little time." Then, I smiled, went back up the stage, and held hands with Gilbert. Our fingers were entwined.

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—Come, I want you to see something. I hold his hand, and he leads me to our bedroom. When he opens the door, I’m surprised: the floor is covered with rose petals, and scented candles are scattered around the room. —Our night couldn’t end with just dinner, don’t you think? I nod, unable to contain a smile. He closes the door and approaches, kissing my neck and slowly removing my clothes while I help him undress. At that moment, I feel wrapped in an intense love, something I hadn’t felt in a long time.

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That night I lay awake listening to the house settle, my body still humming, already counting the hours until I could have her again. The last day and a half passed in the same careful tension. We stole what we could — a heated kiss in the laundry room while the machine ran, Isabella’s hand sliding between my legs in the pantry, my muffled moan against her neck as I came on her fingers in under a minute. On the final morning Chloe came back and packed with cheerful mood. Isabella stood in the doorway of the guest room watching her daughter fold her clothes. I hovered in the hallway. When Chloe went to the bathroom, Isabella pulled me into the room and kissed me hard and fast.