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I bet romance," she smiled sideways. He had a nice smile. Nate wasn't ugly at all, quite the opposite. -And I bet just because I'm a girl you think I like romance. But yes, a little bit. I prefer mystery and horror though. Dark stuff. -I looked at him. Nate was closer now. -Do you like dark things? -He wanted to know, his tone was thick and so manly, it triggered something inside me. His eyes had something in them that left me half-idiotized for a moment. I cleared my throat and came out of my trance, picking up the first book I found. It was thick, blue. It had a rather striking cover. The mysterious death of Max. That was the name of the book. It really caught my attention. -Do you like it

The man was a billionaire and could pay for anything he wanted as long as he could get it. I moved close to the books and tried reading some of their titles. They were mostly novels, and a little gasp fled my lips when I saw my favorite dark romance series, sitting on the shelf. The Ryan Rule by Sadie Kincaid. I loved the four books of that series so much, and although I’ve read them all, I wouldn’t mind re-reading them again. I didn’t have the money to purchase the books so I borrowed from a schoolmate. But now they were here.

I replied truthfully,not hiding or leaving any stone unturned. “Did you consummate your…..” I didn’t let him finish as I hit the table. “Yes I did but am not the first and I won’t be the last,I know it” I yelled. “As the council head and the oldest vampire in zikia,I there by sentence the pet of Lord Damien to a brutal death by blood draw” he stated as I looked into his eyes. It held nothing, just determination,anger…….. blood drawn is too much, she’ll die in pain and I can’t let that.

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Author Note: Dear Readers, Since English is not my first language, there will be tons of grammatical mistakes. Please continue reading this book only if you don't have any issue with that. Rest I could guarantee you that you won't get bored with the storyline. The following are my books which are completed until now if interested do give a look over them. Her Unloved Mate Her Chosen Mate Purchased By The Mafia Can't Help Falling in Love My Bride is Not a Human Chosen By An Alpha

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Her head was about to again fell on his shoulder but he held the back of her head staring deadly in her eyes. “You will never be able to meet him again love. Your mine and get this thing in your mind.” Saying that he forced her head on his shoulder before dipping his face in her hair and mumbling those words which didn’t fail to break her every hope. “Damon Knight is dead. He went to save you in that house where we were but sad. He must be burnt to ashes till now.” Don’t crush me like this it wouldn’t gain you, my love. That was her painful wail but little did she know her love wasn’t the thing he ever wanted. It was just her.

"I'm done. I mean it. Keep your secret. From now on, you're dead to me." He walked away before I found a single word to say. I stood there with the sun beating down on my scalp, thinking, of all things, about the three or four strands of hair that had come out in the shower that morning. Maybe it was better this way. Maybe it would hurt less when the real ending came if he'd already stopped loving me first. I almost believed that, walking back past the trophy case, past the auditorium doors propped open for rehearsal signups. Then the hallway tilted.