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It hit me like a bolt of lightning, my head throbbing with pain as I jolted awake. Right. I did not have to end up like that. It was my lovesick bravery that had me shield Samuel with my own body when the accident happened. He walked away with scratches, while I was left with broken bones, a severe concussion, and trapped in a coma. I had believed that my love would be returned in kind. However, I realized that if not for my clear, bright eyes, I might have left the world two years ago.

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BEFORE STARTING! JUST READ THIS FOR CAUTION! Hiii loves, thank you for reading this! Just to let you guys know in advance this story is not for the weak! it’s really dark, with a lot of abuse. I do not support any of that! ♕𝐺𝐸𝑁𝑅𝐸♕ 𓆙dark romance𓆙 𓆙forbidden love𓆙 𓆙betrayal𓆙

I shot Pierce a glare across the table, but inside, I was smiling. He knew every little thing about me. Every desire and obsession. He always paid attention. I know his friends snored as he told them about me. But it's so cute of him. “What of Romance?” Don Juarez asked. I felt confident. “Yes, especially dark romance,” I admitted, feeling more calm. “I have a whole collection at home. The darker the better.” Don Nero let out a low chuckle. “See, Juaréz? Your sappy shit has infected the next generation.”He remarked.

that was what she said then stared at the young man's face. It's already dark and the only light they both have is the open light in the bathroom that they deliberately leave on every night. The light wasn't that bright because the door was barely closed. "That's better, right with everything I want to do with you. More romantic," Erik told her. Even though the light was just right, Mia could still see Erik's beautiful eyes seemingly burning with passion and desire as he stared at her. "More romantic, when it rains?" she said with a weak laugh.

*** We open the store, help a couple of early customers, and within ten minutes Matteo has commandeered a stack of receipts and started sketching circles and arrows like we’re planning a heist. “Okay,” he says. “Option one: classic romance.” “Define classic.” “Candlelit dinner. Somewhere intimate. You get down on one knee. Boom. Tears.” “That’s… reasonable,” I say. He grimaces. “But expected.” “Cara likes expected,” I argue. “She likes thoughtful,” he counters. “There’s a difference.” A woman browsing the romance section coughs pointedly, clearly eavesdropping. Matteo lowers his voice anyway. “Option two: chaos.”

"You like mysteries?" "Sometimes." "Better than romance novels?" My face heated. Had he seen me looking at that shelf? Had he been watching? "Much better," I said firmly. "Romance novels are... unrealistic." Something flickered in his eyes. Amusement maybe. "Are they?" "Yes. All that instant attraction and forbidden desire and enemies becoming lovers. It doesn't work like that in real life." "Doesn't it?" The way he said it—the slight emphasis, the look in his eyes—made my stomach flip.

The voice that was released was like an intoxicating groan. Romeo touched her face, licking Rena's lips before taking a sip like lethal heroin. This is an addiction. The opium that made them both fly. The sun's rays are dimmer. The moon is rising to replace the sun. On the edge of a river with a swift current, two people make love to each other. Creates a more romantic atmosphere. Rena pressed Romeo's neck to keep him in position. She didn't want to be away from him now. She's already got a heartbreak. The lover she always dreamed of every night shadowed Romeo's face before she fell asleep.

she kept calling out my name as I continued to grind in and out of her, groans of satisfaction flowing out of my lips. As we lay together in the dimly lit room, the soft glow of the light cast a romantic atmosphere around us. The faint illumination highlighted the contours of our bodies and accentuated the curves of my figure. The air was heavy with the scent of our love and the passion that we shared. With each caress and tender touch, our love grew deeper and more intense. The sensation of our skin against each other created an electric charge that coursed through our veins. We were completely consumed by the intensity of our passion, and every touch and kiss brought us closer together.