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she scoffed and laughed softly. “Want to ask you a question” she stated. “What that?” “Do you think love in high school is bound to fail?” “Maybe yes, maybe no, but am 100 percent sure ours is going work out. We just need to trust ourselves, good communication, anger control, and compromise” “Remind me why I fell for you again?” “Because am irresistible” He Answered cockily. “Oh shut up!” She chuckled and slammed her lips on his immediately. “Time up!” Nana and the rest shouted from outside but they ignored as the two love birds continued kissing.

“Because I do. Most of these modern book relationships don’t make sense. They wouldn’t work in real life. He’s toxic and she’s too naive, but hey, their s*x scenes are terrific and at this point, that’s all I’m here for.” I sighed deeply. What was with my mouth lately? I was no longer thinking before speaking. “So I’m guessing you prefer the older romance stories, like Jane Eyre whose man is double her age or Pride and Prejudice who had to marry for wealth or else she would be done for,” he said, looking at me with an amused expression. “Ok. Fair point,” I agreed with him. “But I never said I liked the older romance novels either. I’m an English major and I really believe some of these books

~BELLUS POV~ New School. New Term. New Life. I can do it! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It's barely 6 in the morning and I'm walking to the entrance of my new school. I just turned 13 and was starting my high school here. My Lala put me here so she can monitor me and my studies. She was worried about me and how would I cope up with the recent divorce of my parents, which I cannot deny that it hurts so much.

And not just any romance—dark romance, enemies-to-lovers, mafia romance, arranged marriage, all the subgenres I devoured in private. "This is our most popular section," Edward said, noticing my reaction. "Romance readers are loyal. And they buy a lot of books." "I can see that." Next to it was fantasy. Then a section labeled "Romantasy" that made my heart skip. Sarah J. Maas. Jennifer L. Armentrout. Rebecca Yarros. All my favorites, beautifully displayed. "You read?" Edward asked. "Yeah. A lot, actually." "What genres?" "These, mostly." I gestured to the romance and fantasy sections. "Dark romance. Romantasy. Anything with morally gray characters and impossible love stories."

Samantha "With ....bringing me ten cups of coffee,answering all the calls I have to take on the front desk ,going through all the old files my former assistant didn't do correctly" he finished handling me a bunch of files I didn't even realize he was holding. I stood there in shock ,what was I expecting a kiss? Those wattpad romance book have really gotten into my head. He looked at me with his piercing green eyes ,I looked down having trouble maintaining eye contact with him,moving from foot to foot.

I walked, talked and oozed sexuality all the time. I was well aware of my power over men and enjoyed it. And in my last year of high school, I was finally 18 and legal. As my teacher droned on, I couldn’t help but stare at the hottest guy in class. He was the high school quarterback. Garrett was gorgeous, tall, and popular. He was lean, muscular and so manly. We flirted often in class. Sneaking a look at his crotch, I fantasized about how it would feel to have him in bed.

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“Well, having a degree in English Literature, you’d think so. But I love so many of them. I’m partial to the classics—Keats and Shelley, Lord Byron, Shakespeare…” “So you’re a romantic, huh?” she teased, keeping her back to him as she perused his impressive collection. Running his hands through his hair, he grinned. “I’m impressed you know your eighteenth century literature, young lady.” The back of her blonde tresses moved up and down as she seemed to nod. Before he could suggest she pick out a book to read over the weekend, she suddenly squealed with delight. “Oh! I loved this book in high school.” Standing on her tiptoes, she pulled down a thin paperback and turned

For the first time ever, I’d admit it, I was glad to be a part of some high school romance bullshit. And it all started with one stupid deal. * * * - - - - To Be Continued - - - -

"I have my ways." Dante set his fork down. His knuckles went white against the table. "Those books are filling your head with nonsense. Ideas you're too young to..." "I'm fourteen, not a baby." She crossed her arms. "And they're just romance books. Love stories. Happy endings. Nothing inappropriate." "They're not age appropriate. And when I give an order..." This was going to turn into a fight. I could feel it. I tucked my hair behind my ear. "I used to read them too."