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My name stays on his lips as he convulses violently. “That was… amazing,” I say. “Every single time, I think it can’t get better, and every single time, it does.” I nod at him. “Your wolf was present, wasn’t he?” “He was begging to have you, to have your body. I’m sorry if it was too much.” “What’s his name?” “Dom.” “Well, tell Dom that I loved it and him. Ash will too. Maybe it’s time we let them meet.” His face lights up at my idea, but then his eyes glaze over. He takes a big breath and leaps from the bed. “What’s wrong?” I ask. “Rogues.”

she asked and Ace, focusing on his action, flashed a smile and wrapped the hair elastic band around her hair. "Does it smell nice?" he asked in a flirtatious time and Snow smiled, rolling her eyes and giggling lowly. "I want one for my brother, his birthday is fast approaching. He's been stressed out a lot, besides he's super smart and strong. Part of the pack patrol who investigate attacks on the pack" she praised and Ace humming in return. "So what's its name?" She eagerly asked, gazing at him with puppy eyes and Ace giving in. "Spicy secret" he muttered and Snow's eyes glowed with interest. " Spicy secrets" she mumbled and he poked her nose gently.

"Stop there." He stopped. "That is not my name," I said. "My name is Angela. Angela Wyatt. You have been calling me something that does not belong to me and I need you to understand that clearly right now." Something moved across his face, not disbelief exactly. More like he had been handed something that did not fit the shape of what he already knew, and his mind was working hard to find somewhere to put it. "You are not Lyra..?" he said slowly, not quite a question.

Lily sat at the coffee shop, sipping her latte and scrolling through her phone. She had always loved this place – the cozy atmosphere, the smell of fresh coffee, and the sound of the barista's steaming milk. It was her safe haven, her escape from the chaos of her life. As she looked up from her phone, she caught sight of James walking towards her. Her heart skipped a beat as she saw him – tall, handsome, and charming as ever. He was her best friend Sarah's fiancé, and Lily had been secretly in love with him for years.

I am as exciting and predictable as a loaf of sliced white bread. Anyway, back to my story. The traffic started moving, and off he went, leaving behind the lingering scent of tobacco. At work, I had trouble concentrating, and spent most of the day creating racy vignettes in my head with us as the feature characters. Let's be honest; I have a very vivid imagination. The closest I've been to a hot steamy encounter is courtesy of the pages of my endless supply of paperback romance novels. I'm not the kind of girl that attracts hot, sexy men. In fact, I've been called an ice queen by more than one guy. But when I'm in the middle of one of my books, I am sensual, daring, sarcastically humorous, a

Her name was Karen. Or Kim. Or something else that started with a K. Ben honestly wasn’t sure, and at this point, it didn’t matter. They met at the bar after a long, exhausting week of him proving to himself that his house was not haunted. She caught his eye from across the room, all confidence and bare skin, a strappy little dress that left very little to the imagination. He bought her a drink. She smiled. The rest followed a familiar script.

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.

Something that smiled when I couldn’t. As I stared at this other version of myself, a name came to me—bubbling up from some literary corner of my brain that hadn’t yet been devoured by hunger and despair. Bertha. The madwoman in the attic from Jane Eyre, locked away by her husband, driven to insanity by confinement and cruelty. The parallel was too perfect to ignore. “Bertha,” I whispered, testing the name on my tongue. It felt right somehow, as if by naming this other self, I could contain her, control her.

“ Can you stop calling me a Darling? Because people thought we are lovers. “ Loki spoke cold and Louise respond “ but… Darling… “ “ Could you please, Louise. Just call me Loki then we will be fine” Loki kept walking as she spoke calmly. “ Sure. Ms. Loki “. Loki smiled at him and swing her hair “ thanks, Mr. Louise “ Louise blushed as if he felt satisfied to see Loki smile in front of him. Loki and Louise went together inside of the class. Loki sat down in her chair as she placed her hand on her cheeks and looked side of the window.

“The title was Taming Sunrise. The story is about twins whose bond was tested when a man named Caleb entered the picture. Dawn, the heroine was a man-hater while Caleb was a girl magnet. These two who has an opposite personality has to cease fire to help the other twin – Dusk with her role. This book is filled with humor, romance and… spicy scenes so I do not recommend it to our young readers.” “I think I have a new book to hunt.” She chuckled. “Now, you mentioned the High School Love Affair earlier which was released last month, it was astonishing to see the progress of your book. It was immediately labeled as sold out in bookstores and was announced as bestseller worldwide. What do you fee