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Her gaze held his, the vulnerability etching her expression so heartbreakingly real. "My desire for you." Stepping closer, Amara placed her hands on his bare chest and rubbed her soft, cool palms over his hot flesh. "What I feel for you is so intense and overwhelming, and I know you're trying to be a gentleman because of the accident, but right now I crave you, Reece Harrow. I need to feel alive, and I don't think I could bear it if you turned me down right now." In a move that stunned him, she peeled the shirt she wore over her head and dropped it to the floor. Sliding her arms around his neck before he could back away, Amara aligned their bodies from chest to thighs and nuzzled her lips ag

My heart skipped a beat, my tears moist right then. I dropped to a crouch and held him, pressing my ear against his chest again. I could hear his heartbeat, thumping powerfully through his thin shirt. It was such a familiar sensation. It was Stan's heartbeat. As I closed my eyes, my tears flowed ever so quietly. We stayed like that for a while, and as I wiped my tears, I held Nathan firmly in my arms once more. "Please live a good life with Stan's heart." - Nathan walked with me to the gates of the orphanage, but I never once turned to look at him again.

Maxwell. My heart skipped a beat when the realization struck. His arm was draped firmly across my waist, paining me in a protective embrace. I wanted to push away, to remind myself of all the reasons I shouldn’t be here at this moment, but I couldn’t. My body was too relaxed, two at peace. I sank deeper into the comfort, my hand instinctively brushing against his chest. The steady redeem of his heartbeat pulsed beneath my palm, soothing me in ways I couldn’t explain. My fingers trailed lazily across the lines of his chest, memorizing the warmth, the texture, the safety.

I stretch my hand out to him. “What for?” “In case you don’t return it on the date you wrote in the permission booklet, I’ll toss your card away and you’ll never step back in again.” He mumbles ‘bitch’ under his breath, dips his hand into his pocket and pulls out his card and hands it to me. I beam at him, and he rolls his eyes before leaving. I pray he doesn’t return it, so I can happily toss this into the toilet and flush. I sit down and pick up the novel ‘When star burns by Ninya Tippett’ on my desk, continuing from where I stopped before I got interrupted. Books such as these make me believe in love and that everyone would find it at the right time.

His lips trembled slightly, and across the room, he silently mouthed, "I'm sorry." Slowly, I took off my sunglasses, my eyes as calm as a mountain lake. I held his gaze and silently mouthed, "You don't deserve my forgiveness." Then, I curled my lips into a faint smile, turned around, and walked away, leaving behind a past fraught with blood, tears, and betrayal. … Months later, with Uncle Winston's help and care, I made a full recovery. Mom also began to heal from her grief. I legally changed Avery's last name to Monet, completely erasing all traces associated with the Sinclair family.

My tears fall silent over my cheeks as my grim reality reaps destruction in my soul. I’m so sorry, Angelo. In desperate need of comfort, I dig my cell phone out of my bag and open the chat I share with Angelo. I scroll to the very beginning and read all the messages we’ve sent each other. But none of them offers me any comfort. Instead, the texts break my heart. In this moment of devastation and darkness, I realize I wasn’t just in love with Angelo. I love him. I love him with my whole heart and soul. And I didn’t even get to tell him.

Golden sun streams came through the window into the Johnson mansion to bathe the great dining room with its warmth. Three days since the accident had happened, and it is within the atmosphere brought along by such a situation in life. All was well but the surface of each heart seated on hot coals -and burned so much more under Jasmine's skin than any person could imagine.

It was the same woman he had rejected and hurt back then but now, he was the one who was holding her so closely and didn't even want to let go. "Do you really not hate me for that?" he asked in a soft voice as he played with a strand of her hair. "And if that is so, then why not? Are you really that nice to forget about how I treated you?" He wondered why he was driven by impulse last night. He abandoned reason and surrendered to the passion that had erupted between the two of them. He was regretful about last night but also satisfied. He knew chaos was gonna erupt after this but he chose to ignore it. He couldn't overlook the undeniable satisfaction and attraction, so he didn't mind rekindl

she wiped her tear streaked face. "I love you, Jade," Tyler murmured on her head. "Please, don't take your heart back." "I have nothing to take back, as my heart was broken and pounded to ashes, my heart is dead already," Jade laughed without mirth. "I'll resurrect it," Tyler said while he hugged her tightly, not wanting to let her go. Jade broke his embrace, she didn't know where she got the strength to break free from his hold. "Make it alive again, so you could stab it, smash and break it in a million ways?"

“You’re going to help me win him over, right?” “Of course,” Valery replied, wrapping her arms around her. “Anything for you.” But as she clung to Margret, the words tasted bitter on her tongue. Deep down, she hated herself for the lie she was living - for how her heart thumped every time Riley smiled, and how she was now praying he wouldn’t smile at anyone else. ************* Hecate didn’t waste time calling a meeting the moment she returned home. Her coat was still draped over her arm.