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data-p-id=82eca71f7ac217849f3ba1383a595493,style=text-align:left;,"Whatever for?" data-p-id=d7e46828d3303f4c88e9ca7ef6cf5b82,style=text-align:left;,"For changing my life. For loving me. For being the kind of wife and mother any man could only dream about. For filling all the holes in my heart and making it feel so full that I fear it might burst of happiness."

“Zoe, you bitch! You ruined everything! You ruined my marriage and my reputation, yet you’re here acting like you own the place?! I wouldn’t be in this state if it weren’t for you!” Her eyes were filled with hatred, as though she wanted to rip me apart. “Even Victor… Even he abandoned me because of you! Do you really think you’ve won?” She rushed at me like a lunatic before completing her sentence, her long nails aimed at my face. Before I could back away, though, someone jumped in front of me. It was that regular customer at the cafe who invited me here, and the heir to this hotel, Luke Wynne. “Please mind your behavior, ma’am.” Luke gripped Summer’s wrist, his voice calm but firm.

**** Later that evening, I sat on my bed in my dorm room, my laptop balanced on my knees. The logical thing would’ve been to finish the reading for my marketing class that I’d been putting off for three days. Instead, I was interested in something else. Something far more important. I typed two words into the search bar. Adrian Frost. Several results appeared immediately. The first result I clicked on was his university faculty profile. Adrian Frost, Assistant Professor of Psychology, Westview University. I stared at the professional headshot that filled the screen. Blank gray eyes. Dark hair. The exact same serious expression he wore this morning.

"It is thick. Like cream and old wood. It is not the detox, baby." "Look at the reader," I said, nodding toward the counter. He didn't move his eyes from my face for three seconds. The power coming from him was suffocating, a cloud that demanded I give in. Finally, he turned his head. He kept one hand on the back of my neck, his thumb on my scent gland as he looked at the kit. The digital reader was still working. The progress bar was at ninety-nine percent. "What did Aris buy?" I asked, trying to distract both of us from the tension. "The Toronto shares. Is the board completely broken?"

Hello readers!!! Just before we begin, it is important to let you all know that this book is a collection of 10 amazing romance stories all by BLAZE NUKKO. The end of each story only leads to the beginning of another love journey. Here is the sequence for the collection: 1. Marrying My Best Friend's Fiancee 2. Pure Lust 3. Mr Handsome's Addiction 4. All For The Baby 5. A Virgin for His Desires 6. Claimed By The Greek Lord

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She only knew that she had never truly understood that man. Michael glanced at her fiercely. Christina clenched her fists as she bit her lips until they began to bleed. The bloody scent started to spread in her mouth. Christina did not want to get any closer to that man. She was extremely reluctant to do that. However, fate loved to tease humans. Underground lovers, what an embarrassing phrase! However, that might just be an opportunity for Christina as well. She could get pregnant once she had physical contact with him. “Alright! I’ll sign the contract!” Christina raised a pen as she wrote down her name at the bottom of the contract with shaky hands. Michael kept the piece of paper. He then

Carson was doing his work on his laptop in his room when he heard a knock on the door. It was his mother. He asked her to come in. Hera came to talk to him about the engagement between Carson and Amanda. Carson kept his laptop aside and looked at his mother. “There’s something I need to talk to you about, son.”

I settle across from him, excitement bubbling up at the prospect of discussing my passion. "I read all types of romance novels," I reply with a bright smile. "Hmm, I should've known." He leans back abruptly, retrieving files from his drawer in a dismissive gesture. As he buries himself in the paperwork, something clicks inside me - a flicker of offense at his indifferent "hmm." "Do you have a problem with someone who only reads romance?" I ask carefully. I've encountered supernaturals who view such

Alex sat down at his desk, turned on the light, and began reading. Eight hours later, he finished the final chapter. Alex was no expert on romance novels, but Rachel’s writing could convince him to become an avid fan. She was good. Damn good, he thought, but an important element seemed to be lacking. Rachel’s descriptions and dialogue were colorful and dramatic, but, in Alex’s opinion, the leading male character was a bit bland, and he lacked any real emotional depth for a romantic hero. The main female character was a strong, independent and highly sensual woman, but there was no believable chemistry between the two of them. Alex could also tell by her description of the country setting tha