Novel & Cerita Romantic Trilogy

I’m trying to seduce him just to be noticed but i couldn’t believe that we just have sex too. I just hope that we can still have sex even just his fucking slut, I don’t see my self as a slut but for him. I will do anything, My love for him is really strong. And I can’t help it. He’s living like a god he’s so handsome. I wish He could love me back. ****** A days past I heard that Hiro’s left and move in to a condo. I immediately got dressed and looked for Hiro's condo but with so many condos in this area I could not find it immediately until nightfall when I asked his male friend where he was, He immediately told it out to me. .

UNSPOKEN RENZO’S POV Fire tore through my veins, burning me from the inside out. My skin blistered, peeled—then healed just as fast. But none of it mattered. Because Rory—my weak, wolfless mate—had transformed. A white wolf. Rare. Impossible. The moment her paws touched the earth, the air shifted. My pain ebbed, replaced by a strange, unsettling calm. Around us, the wolves she touched stirred, their wounds sealing as if the poison had never touched them.

PRESENT DAY [I snapped back to reality, my heart heavy but my mind made up] The memory left a bitter taste in my mouth. I wrapped my arms around myself, hating how raw I felt. Hating that Cassian knew the moment to swoop in. Hating how cold he's treating me compared to the warmth he gave that night. Hating that even now, months later, he could still rattle me. I still didn’t know why he left that night. And now, out of nowhere, he wanted me to marry him, on paper, at least. Be his shield and weapon. His partner in a war I didn’t fully understand. But if he thought I was still that broken girl, he was wrong. Cassian Wolfe may have saved me once. But this time, I’d save myself, and drag the tr

Manang Lydia said. “Does she allow that?” Manang Lydia smiled and winked at me. “If you are feeling fine, then you can.” I went upstairs and went to Dale’s library. Before picking up a book to read, I enjoyed looking, rooming around first, leaving a gentle touch to every book I passed by. My gaze at the “The Scorch Trial” book that was written by James Dashner. I already finished reading “The Maze Runner”. I decided to read it and went to the garden.

“You can’t keep a secret. You would’ve told Christina and it would’ve affected her mood.” “Tsk! You said you’re doing this for Christina but I’m sure you’re trying to cover up for Sean. Men are all the same!” “I am a human being, of course I have my evil side.” Matthew grinned. “Stop playing word games with me. What are you going to do about it?” “About what?” “The witch, Rachel. Are you really going to marry her?” “I’m a man of my words. I promised her a three-year agreement and if she really waits for three years, it’d be difficult for me to back away from my promise.” Matthew sighed.

She stood up quickly and walked over to the small kitchen counter, her throat feeling like absolute sandpaper. She grabbed a large glass pitcher of water from the small refrigerator and poured it down her throat, practically drinking the entire contents in a desperate bid to quench her burning thirst. She had arrived at her apartment late in the afternoon, utterly exhausted from her brutal training session with Nimrod, and fatigue had claimed her the moment her head hit the pillow.

“You. Me. Him.” Yvette nodded slowly. “The three of us. We’re the trinity.” Tristan’s voice was grave. “And if one of us breaks?” Yvette closed the book. “Then Elias wins.” --- The night dragged on. Yvette couldn’t sleep. Her dreams were laced with fire and water. Screaming and silence. Faces that shifted into her own. She sat outside on the porch as dawn approached, Branwen’s diary cradled in her lap. Tristan joined her silently, sitting beside her with two mugs of bitter tea. The sky was a dull gray, clouds like bruises.

For a moment, his mind drifted back to that unexpected kiss with Tristan during truth or dare, and he blinked, quickly shaking himself out of it. "Okay... moving on," he muttered, closing the episode and trying a different series. But the same genre kept popping up. It seemed this laptop was packed with nothing but boy-love romances. "Seriously...?" he sighed, before abruptly shutting the laptop. "Troy’s got an interesting taste," he grumbled, placing it back on the desk. As he turned toward the bed, his eyes caught sight of a book on Troy's nightstand titled "Our Sweet Melody" by Chelle.

The man still has strong muscles in every part of his body. Accompanied by the moonlight, they reminisce about their youth. The room was filled with squeaks and sighs by two people who were always intoxicated with romance. ~ Jacob's face looked gloomy and annoyed all day. His wife had kept her word last night that they were going home as soon as possible. In the afternoon, they will return. This made Jacob feel grumpy. Just be careful if you get home, Jacob will blame his two children for disturbing his honeymoon. "Jake, come here and help me," said Maria, who was fixing her clothes. The middle-aged woman who still looked beautiful turned her waist in annoyance at her husband who was just si