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— His Claws On My Neck (c) 2020 by zavieda COMPLETED Total word count: 150k Genre: Romantasy Subgenre: Werewolf, office romance This book contains adult scenes that may not be suitable for young audiences. Reader's discretion is highly advised. Grammatical errors are also incurred throughout the book, but it is constantly being proofread and revised. Readers' understanding is deeply appreciated.

Emma stared at her laptop screen, cursor blinking at the top of a blank document titled "Heat Between the Lines - COMPLETE REWRITE." Three days had passed since Jake's devastating critique and his ultimatum about rewriting her entire romantic arc with authentic emotion. Three days of false starts, deleted paragraphs, and the growing certainty that she had no idea how to write the kind of vulnerable, honest romance Jake was demanding.

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he exclaimed as he wiped his cheeks, I rolled my eyes at him with the feeling of discontent and went back to my table. Way to ruin the moment, I thought bitterly. The genre for the contest is Romance and Tragedy, and so far, the only story that fitted that category is the one I'm currently writing. The deadline for this is two months from now. I looked at my story and began to calculate the days before I can finish it. Again, I was snapped out of my reverie when Xander leaned in t look at my work. His face's so close to mine that I can smell his perfume.

ELLIOT It had been a week. A week since Asher and I had done anything sexual. Seven days since he’d touched me. Not that I was counting—- okay, maybe I was. But only in a casual, completely normal way. Not in a desperate, pathetic way. Definitely not in a way that had me noticing how boring the house had been lately. Or how his scent had completely faded from my sheets. Or how my phone was silent now that there was no one to blow it up with ridiculous messages. Or how I barely even saw Asher anymore.

"My love, don't blame yourself. I bent the rules for you willingly. I've never cared for power, but for once, I'm grateful to have it in my hands!" 27 folders, each with 30 documents. A total of 810 files. For 810 days and nights, they co-wrote their love story in this so-called Eden, pouring out their hearts and sharing their deepest emotions.

'Body count simply means the number of people you have had sex with,' Emma satisfied my curiosity. 'You mean Roman slept around a lot?' I asked as jealousy squeezed my heart. 'He didn't sleep around much like that. He might have dated one or two girls but he is not that bad. 'What about Roy?' I asked. 'Roy would not even look at a woman twice. He is so strict and principled. But in my own book, I call it too much of seriousness about life. 'It means that Roman is experienced and Roy isn't?' I asked. 'Something like that. That reminds me. Do you know that Roman has to mark you before the Luna's rite?' Emma asked.

The intense pressure sets the romance into a raw, loving frenzy. His other hand drifts to my tit. He squeezes the flesh. He pinches the nipple. The sting shoots straight to my core. I scream. My body trembles uncontrollably. He thrusts faster. His cock becomes an unstoppable force. The desk shakes beneath us. Papers fly to the floor in a chaotic flutter. He swells inside me. The thickness stretches me even further. My pussy pulses with wet heat. It clenches around him. He leans in. He kisses me deep. His tongue fucks my mouth. The taste of him blends coffee and pure want. The romance shines through. His love shows in every touch and every thrust. Our bodies dance in a beautiful rhythm of hea

I said. "Yes what?" He asked. "Yes, I would love to marry you." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ So guys! I hope you enjoyed this story! I know a lot happened and I know I left a lot of details, but keep in mind that I have written this story when I was 15 or so and my ideas where...kind of bad. Anyways, thanks to all who have read and kept up with this story! it really means a lot <3 Love, D. Word count: 1201

But for some reason, Emily didn't want to use that word this time, unlike in the romance novels she had read. Calvin crawled onto the bed with a smirk, and Emily, welcoming her husband with open arms, said, "I'll prove that this is not a canary or that ugly angry bird." Calvin's sharp gaze remained locked on the lovely face beneath him, which was currently filled with laughter. Without saying another word, Calvin stripped off Emily's dress, tossed it aside, as well as her other remaining garments. In the dim room, they resumed their lovemaking, admiring each other with growing passion. They allowed their desires to flow freely, undisturbed by any external factors. No words were spoken, only