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"She's out to get me. She faked her death. She faked the whole dramatic exit. She'll show up once I've paid my dues." He clung to that belief. It was all he had. Even if the love he felt was nothing but a side effect of some drug. Even if that love had curdled into something dark. Nora was beside herself, crying next to him. Francis watched her, and after a long pause, a sly grin spread across his face. "Yeah, Natalie loved me. She'd come running back the second she heard I was off the market." Nora, eyes red and swollen, looked up at Francis on bended knee and heard him say softly, "Nora, let's go ahead with the wedding, okay?

She practically fell into the first available empty seat she could find, three rows from the front, dropping her satchel to the floor with a thud. The air in the room had changed. It was charged, anticipatory. All eyes were fixed on him as he placed his coffee and bag on the lectern at the front. He didn’t need to call for silence. His presence commanded it. Scarlett’s fingers trembled as she opened her notebook. She dared not to look up. She bit her lip, trying to steady her thoughts. She had survived. Dr. Clarke began to speak, his voice filling the hall. “Today our topic is ‘Forbidden Romance’.”

His warm hands on my face and his closeness set my body ablaze with my feelings for him, coupled with the soft words he was uttering. “Sandy,” he said softly and rubbed my cheekbones with his thumb. “I… After understanding what my heart is feeling… Sandy… I…” My heart hammered faster every second. Blood rushed through my body at a speed that my head started to get light. I was anxious to hear what he had to say. A part of me dreaded separation and the other part of me remained positive. “I know I’m the worst at romance, but this is me pouring my heart out.” He gulped. “Sandy… I… I love you.”

‘What book is it? ‘Hangover Abbey or something.’ ‘Not Northanger Abbey ? Jane Austen?’ She nodded. ‘About some stupid girl who thinks somebody’s murdered somebody or something and makes a complete prat of herself.’ Bells were ringing like mad in Claudia’s head. ‘I had to do that at school too.’ Anoushka folded her arms. ‘And I suppose you’re going to tell me you liked it.’ Claudia felt a pang of sympathy for poor old Sister Bernadette, who’d tried so hard to make them all enthusiastic about literature - ‘It’s really terribly amusing, girls, if you can just get over these silly prejudices about nineteenth- century language.*

He chuckled before leaning to my ear and whispered. Damon: I am already regretting marrying a whore like you. The venom his tongue spat not only filled her essence with painful whimper of crushing her respect brutally but also few drops of it attacked his heart without him realizing. _____________________________________ Do like and give feedback. Do follow me here. Spread the purple heart

It was a very expensive ride. "Of course it is, this is a memory that I'll engrave in my head forever hehe." "Oh really? There were better moments than this though." I can't believe this guy is such a clichè. I guess he wanted to do some romantic stuff he saw on tv. "Better moments than this? I can't possibly think of anything better than riding the ferris wheel on the sunset with you, isn't that the most romantic?" Ugh, just like what I've thought! What a clichè.

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Every step had me wincing, but it was my one chance to snoop around while he was stuck in the bathroom and in all honesty, I was curious. I would bet he read books like forty eight laws of power and nonfiction gruel like that. I had nothing against them, I just did not see their appeal. Give me a- "Nora Roberts?" I fished out a book, checking out the titles. There were several. Several was an understatement. All the books in the bookshelf were romance novels. Romance! I covered my hands over my mouth, trying to rein in my giggles. What on earth? My big sexy hunk of a man read romance books? That was hilarious.

"Mine is supernatural and mystery." "Am guessing you must like romance novels.... I mean all girls does...... " I shut the book am reading with a loud thud, cutting him shut. raising my head to give him a glare, I growl out in frustration. "I don't like romance novels, they are so cheeky and so unreal, I prefer supernaturals, especially were wolves. Satisfied." "Umh.... Almost." He smiles sheepishly. I rub on the tip on my nose with my fingers, massaging it softly.

I wrote them to create stories that came to my mind, characters with a life of their own and feel that I wanted you to feel when you read each one of my words, the fact that my first book on spanish POR SIEMPRE TUYA ( I BELONG TO YOU FOREVER) , was read by 164,100 readers in spanish and 22,500 in english, the second ETERNAMENTE MIA ( ENDLESSLY MINE) 52,000 readers in spanish and 4,100 in english, then INFINITAMNETE NUESTRA (INFINITELY OURS) only 2 weeks after I have 1,100 readers in spanish and 255 in english. I have no words to thank you but THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU to each and every one of you who have given me the gift of your time and money to read them