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Mafia books on this platform: Take me I'm yours ( stalker romance) His secret wife (Marriage of convience) Werewolf books on this platform: The royally screwed Luna The royally screwed queen The royally screwed princess The royally screwed rogue Dark romance on this platform: Let me go ( Stalker romance) Coming July 2024 Kind regards Tema G.M Your favorite author *Heart*

Am I going crazy then? “You’re not going crazy, Alice” Gabriel said, a deep chuckle erupting from him making the hair on my body stand on end. What is going on? “We are werewolves, Alice. We can read minds… it’s called Telepathy. Plus, I can easily read you from the expression on your face” Someone pour ice water on me. And why is the scent from Gabriel getting stronger and why am I feeling so attracted to him even though I just met him? Oh,no. He must have heard that too.

Her panic didn’t leave her, and it didn’t help her when his fangs dragged across her shoulder. If he bit her, she was done for. “Please no, don’t bite. No, I can’t this is too much.” The fear mixed with her desire, and it drove the experience to a new height. She’d never liked sex with men, but this… this was something she’d never tried before. He wasn’t a sweet natured courtier, but a ravening animal tearing into her. “Don’t bite, but keep going. Please don’t stop.” Tatiana couldn’t help but command him, but the truth there in his situation he and Sabre had all the control.

Will he ever regret for what he did to Luna. What will happen between Melissa and Gabriel? Will she forgive him or move on. Indeed there are many questions. But your lovely author is ready to answer them. Oh no. Not with words but with my new story. Like I already once told you guys I have other plans for Hunter and that was my plan. A New Dark Romance Story of Hunter Knight. Monstrous Love. Monstrous Love is not a sequel of Billionaire's Madness but it's only a story of Hunter knight's life.

“Get a man.” I laughed out loud, shaking my head. The doorbell hanging above the doorframe chimed. “Hey, Summer,” said Bailey, our regular customer, strolling in. “Hey, Bailey. Here for your usual pickups?” “Nothing says horror more than real life itself,” she replied in her usual lethargic voice. “Reading a horror novel to me equals reading a romance. Just a little more terrifyingly exquisite.” I giggled to myself as she disappeared behind the shelves. I began sorting the books on the counter. Suddenly, someone slammed one of my favorite romance novels down. My breath caught as that familiar invigorating scent hit me like a speeding train.

When she raised her hand to wipe at it, the vampire’s vice grip stopped her. “Allow me,” the vampire said with a sickening sweet tone. Agatha’s eyes widened as the vampire’s face moved close. The intense light magnified the pulsing of her blueish veins beneath her white skin. Her thick, pouty lips parted as her long tongue licked the blood from Agatha’s flesh. An involuntary shudder of revulsion by the witch caused the vampire to laugh out loud. “Oh I do hope Corey wins you. If you shudder from my touch, I can only imagine how you’ll respond to his sadistic sexual prowess.” She clapped her hands in a childlike manner. “He promised to let me watch and then share your blood at the end.”

' Yes Scarlett, it is a book of spells, written by different warlocks over the years. 'Have you written any? ' My curiosity peaked when she chuckled, picking up the book and beckoning me over to the sofa. 'Yes Scarlett, that is why I was shocked when you succeeded in almost frying Cane up. You broke my own spell without even the tiniest idea of what you were doing...Truth be told I am scared of what you would do with the spells written in here. ' I observed the object in her hands, but my mind went back to the wooden box.

If the candle does not flicker, start over. Jennifer left Ellen’s feeling safe. She went home and was sitting in the study reading a book. The wind started blowing hard. The rain was pounding on the tin roof and the thunder was shaking the windowpanes. She heard a glass scatter on the floor. When she turned around, a picture of herself had fallen off the mantle and broken. She reached down to pick up the glass from the floor and her finger started bleeding. As she walked across the floor to put the glass in the trash, the floor began to shake. She immediately went to the bedroom and light the candle and stood looking into the mirror. The candle blew out. She was consumed with fear. The rever

I said, feigning innocence. I glanced around after speaking. It was true. There wasn't a single living person in sight, but ghosts were everywhere. "This place is cursed!" Charlotte snapped. "I can't even stop. The moment I even think about it, it feels like needles are piercing my hands." Even as she spoke, her hands kept moving. Fear flickered across her face at the scene before her. The terror in her eyes was truly a rare sight to behold. "Is this your doing? Did you come up with all these tricks to scare me? You just want revenge for all the times I picked on you at school, don't you?"

She was respectable there—and she liked it. Later, when bravery returned, she shopped with Shayla. She experienced orange peel coarseness at the bazaar, breathed air-borne herbs, was shocked, and in hue. Strangers smiled at her sometimes without ever pausing to reflect, and she smiled at them—shyly, guarded. It was odd, at first. To smile and not flinch. To be unenclosed. Not all rhythm was soothing. At night when the candle burned low, she still woke in sweats, her chest heaving, Harrison’s face carving into her dreams, the way he turned away and the way his silence had been louder than all their laughter.