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We both chuckled. He pulled me closer, gripping my hair as he planted a lingering kiss on my lips. With passion and fervour, I tore his shirt like a wildcat, engaging in a passionate and deep kiss. My hands roamed freely over his bare chest while he slid his hands beneath my top. A shiver ran through me as his chilly hands contact with my burning skin, fuelling my desire. He unhooked my bra, his hands exploring my bare back, driving me to the brink of madness with his touch. Oh God, it felt incredible.

“No wonder he’s a model.” “Oh, you have no idea how many companies are competing just to get Heiji’s attention.” Hera crossed her arms while observing and stared at him with veneration. Ginny covered one side of her mouth and leaned closer. “Is it true that he’s the youngest highly paid model in the industry?” “Yes. True. In men’s section.” Mira finally sat down and joined us. “I’m guessing you’re the top paid model in women’s section.” “Correct!” She softly chuckled.

5? Although No. 5 was not as hot as No. 1, nor as cute and innocent-looking as No. 3, she was beautiful and had the image of a mature office lady. She looked simple and capable. After all, she was an executive for a multinational company. Seeing Matthew walk towards her, No. 5’s heart almost jumped to her throat. Her eyes stared at the roses in his hand. Christina had seen No. 5’s real face backstage. She did fit Matthew Henderson’s taste, but Christina did not have a good impression of her.

Elegant black gown. Hair styled differently. No red dress. The image was several years old. Roman leaned forward. "I would have walked past her." Victor nodded. "Most people would." Lucien opened another photograph. Magazine cover. Another. Another. Another. Years of carefully documented appearances unfolded across the screen. Different hairstyles. Different fashion. Different expressions. Always composed. Always unmistakably successful. Damian crossed his arms. "No wonder nobody recognized her immediately." Roman nodded slowly. "The Isabella from school doesn't exist anymore."

I absolutely hate when wolves use my full name, but my inner beast is secretly shocked he actually bothered to remember it. He shoves his massive hands into his pockets, towering over my sitting form like some ancient pack deity. His blue eyes drop down to scan the cover of my book—it's a super explicit, feral wolf smut novel. It's my absolute favorite comfort read, the exact book that dragged my wolf into the world of erotic wolf romance. It's basically my version of zoning out after a brutal week. A wicked, dirty smirk spreads across his full lips. "You like dominant alpha kink, pup?"

"Ximena, on a night like this, how could I let you stay alone?" I cupped her cold face, making my voice as gentle as possible. "Ximena, the people taking care of you clearly don't care enough. Look at you now, everything's a mess. "Let me help you clean up a bit, then you can rest properly." I took the mask from my bag and gently placed it over her face, where it instantly melted into her skin. In the next moment, her appearance transformed. Her cheeks turned rosy and smooth, while her eyes grew bright and lively.

Something we could choose. Roman slid a leather-bound book across the table. I opened it and gasped softly. Inside were sketches, clippings, photos of dresses, flowers, venues—pages and pages of possibility. “You’ve been busy,” I murmured, flipping through. His eyes glinted. “When I want something, I don’t wait around.” I brushed my hand over a sketch of a white silk gown with lace sleeves. “You’re serious about all of this.”

Even squirming to create a small opening felt futile. Lucas growled softly. Velia's movements in his embrace had a different effect. His heart raced. His blood pulsed. Something stirred, and once again, awareness slapped him in the face. Velia's charm had a significant impact on Lucas. Velia was only 22 years old when they were together in the past. She had just entered young adulthood. And now? Everything about her was charming. An irresistible allure that Lucas could not resist. Velia had fair, flawless skin. Her cheeks blushed with embarrassment and anger. Her lips were a vibrant red. All of this was complemented by her long, slender legs that supported the temptation of her hips.

She sighed as she knew that the face of the cover model was one of Johnny’s models under the label his agency ‘Fame & Rage’. As the label of the agency brought their clients, something unique, different but spectacular attractive with some mysterious angles. Elena found the picture of the model was hung upside down, half naked with the model’s private part was covered uniquely artistic by some tropical fruits and the model’s facial expression was so thriving the artistic angle of photo. She was flipping out of the pages when she caught an article about Jane Dovey. She sniffed. She remembered Johnny said to her one day while they were having lunchtime that she was having some facial features

I'm ready for sleep, but first, I'm going to start this new romantic book about demons. Humming to myself, I leaf through the introduction pages but find myself drawn to the cover image. It's somewhat distracting. There is a shirtless demon daddy on the first page. He has dark hair, blazing eyes and a nice tattoo on his chest. I giggle as my fingers touch his abs. "Of course, you have a six-pack..." I mutter. "You must be heavily retouched. Men like this don't exist in real life, but damn, whoever designed you sure was talented..."