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The young woman sitting by me stopped her game and watched me rant in astonishment. When I ran out of angry words, she clapped her hands in succession, and it echoed in the silence. "Well said, Princess, but I think someone lied to you, just like they lied to some of them over there," she said, pointing to a point in the room's corner. "Over there in the blue dress is Princess Kit of the Blue Brook Pack. She was given away as an alliance gift to the Lycan King and found herself as a slave here the very next day. Following her is Princess Yvette from the distant pack region of the werecats. She was told that she was to be matched with the Lycan Prince. She has not gotten over the deceit that

“Like a fucking champion.” “This ass is perfect,” Rickard groaned, his fingers digging into her cheeks. “So fucking tight around my cock.” Marcus pulled his cock from her mouth, letting her breathe for a second. Strings of saliva connected her lips to his shaft. “Tell them,” he ordered her, his eyes blazing. “Tell them what you want.” Liza, gasping, her mind swimming in sensation, found the words. “I want… all your cocks,” she rasped. “I want you to… use every hole… fuck me until you’re empty…”

I lived for the idea of them. The thought of being pinned beneath an immortal body, feeling those icy fingers slide over my heated skin, the sudden sharp sting of fangs sinking deep into my neck, followed by that forbidden rush of pleasure so intense it bordered on agony… it haunted my dreams and ruined every ordinary man who ever tried to touch me. My friends had long since given up. Every time I brought up another dark romance, another obscure vampire lore theory, another fantasy where the heroine begged to be drained while she came undone, they would groan and roll their eyes.

It hit the internet like wildfire. By dawn, the entire city was buzzing about the headline: "Billionaire Damien Cole in FAKE Romance? Leaked Contract Exposes Staged Relationship." Serena sat frozen in front of her laptop as the article was splashed across every major gossip site. The article came with a photocopy of the original contract, complete with her signature and Damien's. Bullet points were highlighted in red. "Duration: Three months minimum." "Public appearances required." "Emotional intimacy not guaranteed."

he asked. She thought for a second. “Ones that have happy endings.” “A romantic?” he asked. She never considered herself one. “I like noir—but the stories where the boy gets the girl in the end. Or vice versa.” “Top shelf,” he told her, indicating the back room. She went there and waited. What if he followed? What would that mean? She’d been out of the dating loop since she’d landed her current job, the one that had sucked up all her time, her mind, her soul, her life. Her fingers trailed over the broken spines of misused paperbacks, and she hoped he would follow her. But what would she say? What would she do?

She was doing accounts when she heard a knock on the door, that was strange because nobody was going to see her, so with surprise she went and opened the door, with surprise she saw that it was Hector's lover and told him: -Hector is not here. She answered: -It's not Hector I'm looking for. -Then what do you want? -To talk to you, may I come in? Renata opened the door more and she passed, Renata was very curious to know what he came to tell her, so he invited her to sit down and invited her a coffee, then she said:

Daisy asked Ahaz in a whisper. “Tim and Jordan.” Both of them chuckled silently. “Which one of you is jumping so highly?” Mr Colt gritted his teeth, hiding his pink cheeks and trying to act bold. “No no, it’s okay, Mr Colt. It’s good anyway. We’d try romance this time.” Mrs Lovely blinked and turned her attention towards the students. “Let’s take Romeo and Juliet’s story. It’s short and an inspirational romance, after all, is it good?” “Yes, yes!”

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The fabric of my nightgown suddenly feels too rough, too confining. "Show me," she whispers against my neck. "What did you find? What potions caught your attention?" My hands tremble as I reach for the tablet on the end table, pulling up the browser history I'd been too nervous to delete. The screen glows with images of ornate vials in jewel tones, each with elaborate descriptions of their effects. Circe leans in to look, her hair brushing against my shoulder. "Circe's Kiss," she reads aloud, a smile playing on her lips.

I shouldn’t have to care about his feelings anymore. “Want to be anywhere that I’m not,” he says, smiling amiably at me. “I get it. We’ll have plenty of forced time together during the wedding, right?” I blink. Maybe he’s figuring it out after all. “Right.” Without another word, I grab my coat and purse, and leave. The bookstore is perfection, but it seems way more crowded than a normal bookstore might be. I head to the romance section, which is impressively robust, and browse for a while. After making my purchases, I head to a coffee shop, then wander in and out of some cute little shops.