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Our bond was finding each other across a table, in the dark. Across the table, Renlo noticed immediately. He muttered something toward Avelin. It made him flush faintly. Then he looked directly at me. He mouthed one word. Coward. It was rude. It was accurate. I ignored him. I reached for my wine. The piece didn't come back. But I knew it had happened. In some areas where memory still wouldn't fully open, there was warmth. It was like cooking, laughter, and life. The everyday kind, the family kind, the kind that builds up slowly until it's the thing you turn to first when everything else fades away.

He was my home. He pressed his forehead to mine, his whisper a gentle murmur of words I didn’t fully comprehend but felt completely. French words that flowed from his lips like poetry. “Mon coeur… ma vie… mon âme.” My heart… my life… my soul. Every word sent a shiver through me, melted me, convinced me of a love so strong it could conquer anything. I whispered back, brokenly, trying to match him: “I am yours. Only yours. Always.”

"weird as in" Jiho questioned still puzzled. "It's like...at the beginning it is the same shit but suddenly there's someone I can't see standing there holding his hand out for me. I hear someone calling out to me and whenever I hear his voice I feel warm. Warm as in...I don't know, you understanding Jiho" Jiho nodded his head in understanding and urged Jun to continue. "So yeah like I feel all warm and when I reach out to that hand I'm in a beautiful garden I've never seen before."

I can’t help smiling as I watch Luther looking around the room in confusion. The four-poster bed, filled with cushions, the dark wood dresser, and the thick shagpile rug in front of the open fire, mean nothing to my mate. To me, they represent comfort, and Goddess knows I’ve never had that. “To you, it’s just a bedroom,” I shrug, still looking around the room. It’s stunning, especially with the wall lights shining as they flicker from the candles within. The room is modern yet looks somewhat medieval at the same time.

The Nouveau-Riche Romance Chapter twenty-nine The brightness of the day filtered into the room. Illuminating it with its soft glow. The illumination was just enough to rouse Joan from sleep. Her body felt relaxed, she felt mellow really. It felt like she was coming down from a drug high. No, it was a sex high. Sex? Sex... Joan abruptly opens her eyes as she remembered the events of the previous night. She had sex with Asher. Now that she thought about it it was a crazy night and she wouldn't believe it if she hadn't experienced it.

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"But that is the purpose of it. Books are designed to give you a wide sense of imagination. They were created so all of us can see beyond the physical world. I am not a good reader but I still can't stop myself from reading a lot of books about keeping calmness in my heart. If you ask me why I read those kinds of books, I will give you a lot of answers you would be pleased to hear." "I wish that was easy to actually do. I am more of a fan of historical books. I like reading about the dark ages and how medieval men lived their lives when the Catholic Church was killing millions of innocent people in the name of God." "So, you do read a lot?" The woman cut me quickly. "I didn't say I read a lo

A woman with fiery red hair flowing down her back with a head-dress, and was wearing a richly embroidered gown, personifying the costume of nobility from the Middle Ages, was screaming at the Duke! "I should be eating with you in the hall! You keep me locked on this floor like a prisoner! I am your mistress and should be acknowledged as such!" Mistress?! Why the fuck can't the fairies land me in a time when the descendants of Braxius were single? My Trojan husband was married to a bitch that allowed the Greeks into Troy. My Roman lover had a mistress who tried to embarrass me in front of the Emperor. I don't want any more

“Isn’t it the same with the knights? I wouldn’t mind being escorted by one if I happen to have a chance.” “Oh my, you all are a bunch of newbies. Don’t you know that the appeal of a mysterious mage is more than enough to be grateful for? Imagine a night full of excitement and magic.” Oh man, even in this world you really can’t get rid of human nature and habits, huh. I was not surprised that girls in this world are also fangirling over handsome-looking men. I mean, don’t we all? I started to chuckle, and then finally caught my attention, this familiar description of my favorite mage character in one of the books I used to read a lot. It was titled, ‘The Four Roses and the Butterfly’ which wa