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I closed my eyes, a blissful smile appearing on my face as his lips touched my skin. Suddenly, he held my face and passionately kissed me in front of Nora and James. As his lips met mine, I completely forgot about our surroundings. I felt an incredible sensation. He ignited a fire within me. I grabbed his hair and eagerly kissed him back. His hands explored my body, arousing me with each touch and kiss. I yearned to feel his lips all over my body. Every inch of me longed for his touch, and my soul yearned to merge with his forever.

I feel so lonely. His sad look and hard words touched Maria's heart. I can hug you if you want. She kneels down to him, wraps him in a warm embrace, not at all gratuitous, both two were carried away by their passions, and ended up giving each other a long and intense kiss, apparently of hormonal reconciliation, the passion seemed to take them to another level. But she cuts the romantic course, arguing that she will not forget everything she saw, and lived. She tries to leave, he takes her arm and asks who she is, she tells him her full name and again reminds him that she saved his life, he thanks her but reiterates who you really are, she replies; - Don't you see, I am your Karma and you are

Tina came near Ananya and said, "Ananya do you remember? Once you told me that I and the transfer guy, look good together and will make the best couple. You know what, actually you are right. We do look good together and make the best not best but the hottest couple in the college". Then she gave a smirk to Ananya, which raised her anger. Then she looked at me and said, "O look who is here? The great Dia Malhotra. So finally you have got the chance to see that except house and college there is also an another world".

Not a flicker of distress crossed her features when I associated her with the common whore. "Was. The moment you chose Caira, you lost the right to call Saira your mate." Idris retorted, leveling me with a challenging glare. I merely snorted and refrained from commenting on that. Everyone at the table knew, as well as I did, who Saira Malivik was. A delusional, pretentious woman who wasted four years of her life waiting for her goddess chosen mate. A woman who turned down the proposal of numerous alpha heirs with aggression that almost sparked a pack conflict.

I’m damn proud of it, and I’m glad I didn’t give up after the first fail. I’ve discovered that I get into those fantasy stories where one person knows who his or her soul mate is upon meeting them, or even before that, as what happened in the A Court of Thorns and Roses series by Sarah J. Maas, A Kinda Fairy Tale series by Cassandra Gannon, and many of the shifter books by Eve Langlais that I have loved so much. So that’s where I came up with the Love Mark idea.

He looked disappointed. "But I found white. Here it's for you." He gave her the small pot who only glared at him. "You think I am lying but I am not. May be you also don't know that Gaura is actually a very innocent flower that stands for innocence and beauty." "Did you attend some workshop on plants?" Gaura asked him who nodded rather shocked. "I can see that." Gaura only shook her head. "Take care of little Gaura." Samuel gave her the flower with a shy smile. He really liked the name little Gaura.

It was very alluring and seductive. As she drew me close, my mother held my face. Passionately, I buried his face in her fleshy tummy and began kissing her there. I kissed her all over; her skin was so smooth it felt like butter. My mother let out a pleasurable groan as my tongue plunged into Namratha's deep navel. Everything was crystal clear to her.

one of them said, his tone rigid. I smiled coldly. The next moment, my hand swung, the sharp crack of my slap echoing in the hallway. "I am the king's future wife," I hissed, my voice dripping with venom. "I am Vincent's Luna, open the door immediately." They didn't move. Not a single one. Their silence burned hotter than fire. My face went pale with fury. I could feel eyes watching from nearby corridors, servants, soldiers, guards, all seeing me, Dane, the future queen, being denied entry like some unimportant stranger.

CHAPTER 11 Beautiful yet Destructive~ JASMINE VALE Dormani didn't stop, he pushed me down the table, spread my private lips, and feasted as though he was a starved man in the Sahara. I screamed, my hands finding his gelled hair as he did something no man had ever done to my body. "Oh god....God, no..." "It's Dormani mia bambina. Dormani not God." He huskily said, pressing kisses on my privates.

The words lingered in the air longer than they should have. Because they were not dramatic. They were not romantic in the way stories usually defined romance. They were something else entirely. They were attention without demand. Care without condition. Presence without expectation. And Meera found, to her quiet horror, that it was becoming harder to distinguish where her resistance ended and her awareness of him began. That evening, it rained. Not violently. Not dramatically. But steadily, the kind of rain that settles into the world rather than disrupts it. She found herself walking into the garden without intending to, and when she reached the covered pavilion near the old banyan tree, sh