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He popped the trunk of the car, inside there were around six dozen roses, blackberry chocolates, and a stuffed wine with a beautiful colored note, "Will you like to join me for dinner tonight?" A big smile itself graced my lips, undoubtedly it was beautiful and innovative. I faintly touched them and looked up just to find that grinning handsome man staring at me. "You look beautiful when you smile. Much better than from your poker expression.” He bent towards me and whispered," But even more beautiful while blushing the way you are right now." and moved back. Everything was too much for me to intake. All surreal but scary. I composed myself and said," I used to think you are an irritating, a

Nora brought white roses when she visited me in the hospital. She fumbled with the flowers, accidentally tipping over the vase and spilling water everywhere. "Oh, no. I'm so sorry, Natalie," she babbled, scrambling to clean up the mess. "I didn't mean to do that." "It's fine," I said, even though nothing really was. She sat down, nervously fiddling with the edge of her skirt. It was a fancy Chanel, a present from Francis, but I was the one who had picked it out. "Natalie, have you and Francis been at it again?"

Vincenzo said with a wink, giving me a playful squeeze. I shot him a mock glare. “You’re lucky I love you.” Mr. Roberto raised an eyebrow. “Lucky, huh? I’m starting to think you’re the one getting all the luck in this marriage.” Vincenzo grinned. “I am. She’s a keeper.” Before I could respond, Vincenzo pulled me into his arms again, his lips finding mine in a kiss that was more tender than playful this time. I couldn’t help but smile against his lips, feeling like the luckiest woman alive in that moment.

Her breasts bounce up and down as the demon thrusts into her with great force. My attention is diverted to the entry of my throne hall. Josiah and Chelsea strut through the entrance with a human male victim. “Where is my Bridge,” I mandate for response with surging rage that halts the sex going on all around me. They bow their heads as Josiah explains, “Master, we have found the Bridge, but she was taken by the Vampire King and has not left the room he took her to.”

I breathed, the name escaping in a voice thick with lust, one I barely recognized as my own. His eyes lifted to mine, dark and molten. He bent his head low, hovering just above one peaked nipple. “Yes, Mrs. Claire,” he murmured, the title soft now, almost teasing, before he closed his mouth over the sensitive bud, my back arched from the bed as I moaned out loud.

“She’ll probably spend the whole holiday in here if you let her.” I walked the aisles slowly, trailing my fingers over the books. Classics. Thrillers. A whole section of contemporary romance—Mirabel’s doing, mostly. She’d started collecting them in high school, said they were “escapist but smart.” I’d never read them. Too many happy endings. Too much hope wrapped in pretty words. I pulled one down at random. Dark cover, brooding man in a suit, and title written in gold foil: Claimed by the Billionaire. I snorted softly, then slid it back.

“Why is it so dark? Please, turn on the lights, Anth.” I hesitated before pressing the soft buttons of the light switch and then the room brightened up. I heard her gasp first before my eyes took in the rose petals and unlit candles on the floor and on various pieces of furniture in the living room. My eyes scanned the room and spotted more rose petals, even the ones leading to the bedroom. The romantic setting of the place made my nervousness spike higher than before. “Did you do this?” I pushed every ounce of nervousness from my body and approached her then wrapped my arms around her shoulder. I placed my face against hers then kissed her cheek, feeling the softness of her skin and inhalin

A maid had brought milk and biscuits earlier for brunch… I ate the biscuits while reading the book which was titled ‘ beautiful revenge’ so far it was the best contemporary romance novel I have ever come across… It is educational and entertaining and also tragic in a good way… I was feeling better and thankfully Damian hadn't been bothering me which was a good thing for me… After leaving the hospital that day I barely saw the likes of him and even after being discharged, I was brought home by Sebastian who barely said a word to me even when I tried to start up a conversation. He was avoiding me like a plague… Well I kinda deserved that… I got him in trouble with his boss so it was only natur

"Jaan e Moosa," (Moosa's life) "I want...want to go," She murmured but he ignored it. His dreamy eyes looked into hers as he slowly slid his hand against the back of her neck. He gave it a small caress to feel the silkiness of her neck. "kheili zibaayi, Roshanay, Misle maah," He murmured and twisted her hair strand around his finger, "what is so enchanting about you that your absence constricts my heart?" he asked, looking towards the strand of her hair. His voice was whispery and quiet.