روايات وقصص ضمن Romancing The Beat

she tried to recover. Four final shot glasses showed up on the bar, and Roman slid hers over to her, and then raised his glass, not to be talked out of a toast this time. “To the Bat Bar.” When the warm liquid hit her throat, it seemed to evaporate into her skin along with all his kisses from the evening, leaving her head swimming. Or maybe it’s spinning because of Roman Velazquez. Maybe I should let him take my last shot. I don’t want to be too out of control. Or do I?

I am finding a comfortable spot when I saw a brown girl kissing a guy’s neck found it chessy worthy. And then again, I saw a girl seducing dancing on a guy’s lap. Never thought in the first place that I will come to this bar, well didn’t know that this will go wild. I’m still strolling when I saw a tall girl casually talking to a guy, it caught my attention because they’re the only one who isn’t dancing, just like me. I was about to approach them when the music stopped and the mic turned on.

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The problem was, on the left and right side of this road, there were around three thousand vampires who would throw flowers at her and chant verse indicating their blessing on their future queen. Today is Mila's coronation day and tomorrow is her and Liam's wedding day, therefore, she is feeling a little bit depressed right now. Even though the marriage hasn't happened yet. But this coronation alone was already the thing that made him want to run away. And even more so because Mila saw Cosmo who was standing right beside her. She smiled at her very sweetly and Mila felt she was looking herself in the mirror, because of the resemblance between the two of them, only Cosmo had long black hair.

An empty vessel that had suddenly been filled. In the depths. Hidden far away. There was a pulsating beat within unfamiliar rhythms. Thrilling. Loud. Very noisy. Lucas leaned down. His tongue slipped and Velia devoured it. Only briefly. Not for long. Lucas leaned down again, and his embrace grew stronger. His tongue played with her ear while the thrusts continued to rain down. Velia's eyes spun dramatically, then closed. She continued to welcome Lucas's advances while the caresses on her ear made her body feel weightless.

“You sure you can keep up, mi amor?” “Try me,” I murmured. She set her champagne flute down, and I stood, extending my hand. Her fingers slid into mine, soft and sure. The moment she stood, the world seemed to tilt. Lights flickering, bass heavy and slow. The lights dimmed, and the DJ’s voice rolled through the bass. “This one’s for the lovers who don’t mind getting a little dirty.” Then the opening beat of “Dance for You” by Beyoncé poured through the speakers—slow, seductive, and sin-soaked.

"This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself." Nanny laughs, clearly enjoying this way too much. "Oh, Isa. You’re making it sound like it’s the worst thing in the world. Just imagine it—a forbidden workplace romance, secret glances, and the tension! Oh, how thrilling! The babysitter and the boss. You’ve already got the perfect setup." I glare at her. "Nanny, stop. He’s my boss, and he has a child. A cute child, by the way, who is clearly going through something. I’m not about to entertain any fantasies about him."

There were racks of clothes. My father was standing by the window, talking into a phone. He looked at me and pointed to a chair. "Sit. We don't have much time." I sat. A woman with a headset walked over to me. "I'm Abby from the PR team. We need to move fast. The morning news cycle starts in six hours. We need the “Proof of Romance” package ready by then." "Proof of romance?" I asked. My voice felt dry. "Chloe is in the dressing room," Abby said, ignoring my question. "She’s ready. We’re going to do three sets of photos. One casual, one semi formal, and one official.”

"VIP is so dull. Let's head downstairs where the air is thick with the scent of smoke and sweat, where the energy vibrates through every fiber of our being.” Everyone except Elen and Jennifer agreed, and because the majority carried the vote, the bouncer led them, and they descended into the pulsating darkness. The girls ordered vodka cranberry, Sean had tequila, and the rest of the boys had whiskey on the rocks. The hypnotic beat of the music compelled Elen to nod his head in rhythm. Beatrice's hair gleamed like strands of gold in the light, captivating his gaze and he admired her beauty. "Hey,” Elen whispered into her ear, "Wanna dance with me?"