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she had tears in her eyes, "I need you to marry me and you would." "What if I say No?" She said, "You have no choice." I looked up at Zachary, "Give her the annexure." To be continued….. The journey from hatred to love. They have a long journey to pass. If you like this book. Please add this to your libraries. Tune in for more updates Till the next time With love Purva Narang (Your Author)

“Oh, we can fuck the same woman at the same time but I can’t touch your sweaty ass hand?” “It’s different,” Drew shot back, but there was a grin in his voice. “Your hand is clammy.” “My hand is not clammy. Yours is the one that’s all sweaty from gripping the sheets like a virgin.” Nora couldn’t help it, a soft chuckle bubbled out of her, turning into full laughter as the two hockey players continued bickering over her body like overgrown children. “Shut up, both of you,” she mumbled, still smiling, reaching up to thread her fingers through Drew’s hair while her other hand rested on Connor’s chest. “You’re ruining the moment.”

My childhood friend promised to marry me once we came of age — but at my wedding ceremony, he gave my wedding ring to my stepsister, Summer Hugh. At the time, it was Victor Lowell, the fearsome mafia heir, who saved me by publicly announcing he had loved me for years. In the five years we had been married, he would fulfill every wish I had, even those I mentioned offhand. I truly believed I was the center of his world. All that changed when I stumbled across a top-secret folder as I was cleaning his bookshelf. The very first page was a file on Summer, with three red words printed in bold, “Top protection priority.”

Our lips were almost touching. If I moved a little we will end up kissing. He brushed his lips on mine as my breath becomes heavier. I closed my eyes as his harsh breath kept on hitting my lips. But what he said next snapped my eyes open in shock. Damon: Be ready for the party. Your going to be introduce as a wife of Mafia king. Luciana Knight. Confusing her was his satisfaction. Satisfying himself was his habit. _______________________________________

Jacob couldn't decide if that was a good thing or bad. Before he could let her go because of some false sense of honour, he spoke. "Will you do me the honour of dancing with me?" Her cheeks paled further. She opened her mouth as if to speak but no sound emerged. Jacob stood still, his palm facing up. He didn't rush her, they had all the time in the world. And then she slowly slid her gloved hand on his. Jacob thought he felt something akin to a jolt, but he told himself that it was only because of their past.

And the last place on earth Ravael Steele should be. Dark hockey omegaverse romance | Enemies to obsession | Hidden identity | Possessive alpha | He falls first and has no idea what is happening to him

This is the AU version of Winter's Mate: Fated On Ice without the werewolf element! And it's book 3 of the Keepers Series—the other couples from books 1 and 2 will definitely make a cameo. I hope you like this book as much as I enjoy writing it :) I've been meaning to write a chaotic FMC, so this is it. *** 1 Rosie “You bloody cheating bastard!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, gripping Mia’s little hand tightly for support as I swallowed hard to hide my sheer nervousness.

Things were definitely not fine. I pressed my palms over my face, breathing into them, as if I could block out the mess closing in around me, especially hockey and the boys . The very word, hockey , made my stomach twist. I never asked for it, never wanted it, but here I was, tangled up in a sport that demanded everything I didn’t have. My old town barely saw snow; ice skating had been foreign to me until we moved here. Everyone else seemed to skate like they’d been born on ice, but me? I was a stumbling mess, a girl chasing after something that wasn’t hers. It was ridiculous.

“Right, so wolves don’t only have mate bonds. There are pack bonds. And there are . . . family bonds.” I scrunch my eyebrows in confusion. “I’ve never met Khaos before. How can I be his family?” Roman’s head drops, nearly resting on the steering wheel. “There’s more to the rivalry between Khaos and I than hockey.” He begins, and I just wait for him to continue. Heaving a heavy sigh, he continues.

As his biological heart swelled with a massive wave of emotion, his intellect instantly integrated two distinct realizations: happily-ever-after parameters did actively exist for his independent life path, and the primary plotline for his upcoming hot hockey romance manuscript was going to operate as a deeply personal, autobiographical file. "Deliver full verbal confirmation," the alpha rasped from the ice. Val dropped his own knees directly onto the frozen surface, and Finn immediately wrapped his powerful arms around his chassis to pull his frame tight against his chest. "My system demands a singular condition," Val murmured against his ear. "Oh, your soft strength is actively introducing