Romans & histoires Romance With A Twist

“Angel stole my wig last semester. Don’t let me start.” Bisola gasped. “This wig matter again—” “No, let me say it,” Charity insisted, sitting upright. “Tell me why Angel is walking around with a wig that looks EXACTLY like mine? Same curls. Same color. Same middle part. And after that small issue we had?” She hissed. “She’s lucky I’m not petty.” “You?” Mope snorted. “You are petty.” Charity raised one brow. “And proud.” The room erupted in laughter.

“I… want you.” He crushed his mouth to hers. The world spun. She kissed him back, fingers tangled in his tie, nails scraping his nape. He lifted her onto the desk, lips devouring hers. The marble was cold, but his touch was fire. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer. The kiss turned desperate, teeth grazing, breaths mingling. Then. A sharp knock sounded at the door. They both turned. A voice called out, muffled from the other side. “Mr. Russo, you’re needed downstairs. There’s a situation.”

She looked at the camera with the loving gaze he knew so well, smiling as she said, “Victor, this is the fifth anniversary present I prepared for you and the family. I put all my energy into this game, in the hopes that it could provide the last push you need to officially take over the family.” The last frame paused on her smile, full of anticipation. She had ended the email with one last sentence. “Victor, if this marriage was a sham from the start, then I’ll give both of us the release we truly want.” Her loving expression in the video, the cold farewell in the email, Summer’s mocking laughter in the recording, and the painfully clear words in the medical report… All of it formed the absu

Imani was caught in the middle, and she let herself feel it all—the fire, the teasing, the tension, the love, the desire—and it coursed through her like liquid heat. The night stretched on, long and slow, a dance of intimacy, closeness, and teasing. Deep down, Imani knew the fire between them had crossed a line. Once crossed, nothing would ever be the same again.

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Louise smirked “Its been a while, darling that we met again. I guess we are destined to be together “ and he suddenly held her two hands and kissed her hand as he gave an prince impression towards her. Girls at side became envious and mad towards Loki. “ Wait! You misunderstood guys! I don’t know him! “ Loki sighed and kept her awkward face. "Louise, can you please sit down now?" Their professor interrupted Louise and their class going to started. "AL righty, Sir!" Louise sat down as he placed his elbow on the table and his eyes kept flirting at Loki. He reached his hand over to her, giving a letter saying "thank you for saving me, my darling"

He offered and handed his pill to me, bringing a bright smile to my face. "Thanks bro." I thanked him, and he winked, rushing out. That was how he saved me, but I knew it was only a matter of time before my secret would be exposed. This was a dangerous path to tread—the type that would bring disaster and death at the end. It was that type of romance that has no happy ending. I knew this, and I should stay away. The best option was to kill her and save myself from falling harder, but my powers are weak in front of her.

On an abandoned road, a black Jeep Wrangler was speeding in the opposite direction from the city of North Bay. The atmosphere outside was calm with nothing visible in the sight except for the illuminated road and vast spread of darkness. A beautiful girl was lying in the backseat of the car. Her fair skin was looking like porcelain under the light coming from the full moon. Her eyes were covered with a black cloth and her limbs were tied with ropes. She was wearing a beautiful wedding gown and looked like a fallen angel. She was not sleeping but unconscious.

Wild-hearted and free. But freedom, as she knew it, was on borrowed time. Romance was the last thing on her mind—but it was already coming. Uninvited. Uncompromising. In the form of a man she didn’t know yet. A man sent not to woo her, but to rein her in.

"Shhh...calm down...I'm all yours, Camellia." He said and caressed her hair which was resting on her back. He wanted to take a sniff of her long hair but since his wrists were tied and she was smooching out his face, not that he is complaining...he could not have a sniff of her hair. "Wow." He said as she slowly moved down and kissed his neck. He could feel butterflies dancing in his stomach and his heart was running a marathon as if it wanted to win...win as if a heart attack.