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I’d be a hassle to anyone looking to be pleased sexually. “Lisa, no one wants to see me naked. I’m sure of it.” Lisa waved her hands. “Oh, please girl! You still got hips that won’t quit, big titties, and a beautiful face. Someone is going to want you.” I raised a brow. “I see you didn’t mention my ass.” “Uhm. You aren’t working with much in that department, so... Thank God you were blessed with a pretty face.” Lisa’s phone pinged as she took it. “Holy shit! Remy just posted” she came to me, showing me.

It was a ring. An engagement ring, with a blood-red stone that looked disturbingly like a ruby but felt wrong somehow. Dark. Corrupted. "There's a note," Dominic said, handing me a piece of paper. 'My dearest Laila,' 'I've been thinking about our future together. Not the future where you die and become part of me through the spell—though that will be beautiful in its own way. But the future before that. Our last moments together.' 'I want you to understand something important: when I perform the ritual under the blood moon, when I take your power into myself, it won't be an act of hatred. It will be an act of love. The deepest, truest love I'm capable of.'

He never gave her money to glam up, but he wanted her to glam up. When I got to the bus stop, I brought out my phone to order for a uber. I always sat at the bus stop to order a ride. While I wait for my ride, I enjoyed the beautiful busy view of my small town. Greentown was name after the beautiful gardens that was almost everywhere in the town.

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Do not get jealous, idiot. “I’m going to take him into the corner and give him a little somethin’- somethin’,” the lovestruck girl says. Roxanne. I hate that name. I’m going to end this now. I’m going to go out there and tell her all about herself and explain how my Mick wants nothing to do with her and how she doesn’t have a single chance in hell at getting him into any dark corners. He’s mine, mine, all mine and nobody else’s.

Hello All You Beautiful People! I hope you've enjoyed the Xena-Axel chemistry so far. I just wanted to drop by and thank you all for reading my books. Also, just a gentle reminder, it is fictional romance and 'mej written by women' at the end of the day. I need to include a few bumps and flaws to ensure the plot and character development is interesting enough to keep you all hooked. I hope you have liked the book so far and continue to enjoy it further.

Please check out my other werewolf romance book, ‘Fated To Her Ruthless Alpha,’ and I promise you won’t be disappointed. Love, Rae-Rae.

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The moment he caught sight of her, he yanked her into his arms, babbling senselessly. "Charlotte, I'm so glad you've come back to me at last, after all this time… I want to spend the rest of my life with you, making you happy… I swear you'll have nothing but the very best… that's why I've spent five years learning how to sweet-talk a woman, buy her gifts… I'm a good kisser, now! I'll be so good to you! I'll make you feel like the luckiest woman who ever lived! So, please… say you'll be mine, won't you? I really, really, really like you…"

But Arabella’s heart had already begun beating far too quickly. A breeze moved softly through the marketplace between them. Neither spoke for several moments. Then Edwin finally gestured toward the bookstore. “Do you enjoy reading?” “Yes.” “What sort of books?” Arabella hesitated. “Poetry mostly.” One dark brow lifted slightly. “Romantic poetry?” Her cheeks warmed instantly. “Sometimes.” Edwin looked dangerously amused again. “You continue to surprise me, Lady Arabella.” “And you continue mocking me.” “Only because you blush so beautifully.” The words escaped him so naturally that both of them froze afterward.