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She asked and I turned "I'm doctor Lindsay , I attended to a patient a while ago she was bleeding.She called her friend Cassy and they seem to be in a hurry"The doctor said "Cassy,yes her friends name is Cassy .She has hazel eyes and her hair is chestnut brown.What's wrong with her.Why was she bleeding?"I said "This information is meant to be classified.Who are you to her"She asked "I'm her husband"I said and brought out my phone and showed her a wedding picture of I and Vida

I’m damn proud of it, and I’m glad I didn’t give up after the first fail. I’ve discovered that I get into those fantasy stories where one person knows who his or her soul mate is upon meeting them, or even before that, as what happened in the A Court of Thorns and Roses series by Sarah J. Maas, A Kinda Fairy Tale series by Cassandra Gannon, and many of the shifter books by Eve Langlais that I have loved so much. So that’s where I came up with the Love Mark idea.

He never gave her money to glam up, but he wanted her to glam up. When I got to the bus stop, I brought out my phone to order for a uber. I always sat at the bus stop to order a ride. While I wait for my ride, I enjoyed the beautiful busy view of my small town. Greentown was name after the beautiful gardens that was almost everywhere in the town.

" I finally came out of my thoughts as Nora shook me. I gave her a quick glance and nodded before hastily taking out my book and placing it on the table. I tried to persuade my mind not to look at him, but I ended up glancing at him every few seconds during class. He was engrossed in his book, which was kept on his desk in front of him. I got lost staring at him again like an idiot. I had no idea why I couldn't take my gaze away from him. 'I think he has some magic in his brown intoxicating eyes, which is why I couldn't stop staring at them, or I think it's just that no one can't ignore his enticing personality.' I wondered, oblivious that it was much more than this.

But because of Sandara’s beautiful figure, he completely forgot how to think straight. He had been with countless women. Kissed them. Slept with them. But never, not once, had any woman affected him like this. Just watching Sandara’s body was enough to ignite heat inside him, and he let out a deep breath as the bulge in his pants tightened painfully. But things didn’t stop there. In one swift motion, Sandara removed her shorts and tossed them onto the floor just like she had done with her shirt earlier. Afterward, she stared at the floor for a long moment as if deep in thought.

Instead, she pressed closer, letting the silk robe slip open just enough to reveal the curve of her breasts. “Almost. But she didn’t. And you’re still so hard for me you can barely think straight.” His hand shot out and grabbed her hip, fingers digging in as he backed her up against the wall. The move was rough, but his touch burned with barely contained hunger. “This has to stop. You’re my father’s wife. I have a girlfriend sleeping twenty feet away.” Sandra let out a soft moan as her back hit the cool wall. She arched slightly, letting her robe fall open completely now, exposing her naked body underneath. Her nipples were already tight, breasts rising and falling with each quick breath.

—Yes, wonderfully, Santiago is a great man. -Santiago? - Luciana asked in a whisper, when Irina was going to answer the two men arrived. —I think we can go now, Santi has arrived. — Said Saúl who at that moment looked from him to Luciana — Lu, meet my best friend Santiago O'Brien. — And then he turned to his friend — and I present to you Luciana Brown, Irina's best friend. — They both looked at each other surprised, Santiago couldn't help but look at her from top to bottom with her gaze.

She'd asked curiously. "I wake up wet. Like wet and dripping." Sandra scoffed through the phone, "Isn't that unbelievable? Anyway, I come to the conclusion that it was because I found him very attractive on that day. He is just like those males in my books. Damn, I'm very attracted to that man" Ismena had laughed, her confusion cleared. Sandra has always been a romantic at heart, with all those romantic fantasy books she read all the time, she's bound to feel so attracted to a man that comes close to those descriptions so much that she'll see him in her dreams.

She stared at the message. Who would send this? She quickly typed back: "Who is this?" No response came. Her heartbeat quickened. She read the message again. And again. Then looked up at the window-drawn shut. Her apartment felt colder. This wasn't just pretending anymore. She might be stepping into something darker than she ever imagined. Sienna checked her front door. A single red envelope lay on the welcome mat-unmarked. Inside was a solitary photo: of her and Damien from tonight, taken from across the street.

Sandra sat at Soren’s desk with a dark, satisfied smile on her lips. She moved the pen swiftly across the paper as she added line after line to the new rules. She was thrilled, almost giddy, with every humiliating clause she wrote. Each word was fueled by pure jealousy, the image of Elena on her knees, trembling under Soren’s gaze, made her blood boil with possessive rage. “Here,” Sandra said in a sweet voice, sliding the paper across the desk to Soren. “I added some extras, read them slowly.”