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She asked, raising her voice, "What the heck was that?" Sebastian turned around as his big frame dominated the small apartment. He certainly needed large rooms because he didn't look like he would ever belong to a small world she was living in. From his dirty blonde hair to his feet, he screamed royalty in a suit and trousers. He certainly looked more handsome in the light and people would kiss the floor he stepped on. He was just that alluring and fine man. Although she had seen him in the dark and she couldn't deny, he was irresistible in the dark as well.

When a woman gets determined, she could be more ruthless than a man. Chris looked at Paige and said, "You can't bring about a nation's downfall." Paige replied, "What?" Bring about a nation's downfall? She hadn't even considered that. "Throughout history, the infamous women who brought about the downfall of nations were all breathtakingly beautiful," Chris explained. Paige hesitated for a moment. Then, it dawned on her. Her face turned red, and she glared at Chris. He had said she couldn't bring about a nation's downfall and followed it up by mentioning that the infamous women who did so were all stunningly beautiful. The implication was that she wasn't attractive enough. Only exceptionally

Heaving a long and drawn-out sigh, Roselle lifted her face and her eyes swept through the large library. The five books she had chosen were unexpectedly all about the vampire empire's history. She would love to delve more into their history as she was curious to know, but at that moment, her curiosity about her husband's past was way stronger that she had actually wished she could just find a book personally dedicated just about him. Roselle thought that if there ever was a book that contained the details of Romeo's secrets and of his past, the book should be looking like… her eyes just wandered around for minutes as if she were looking for something.

The air was thick and intoxicating — scented with aged wine, blooming roses, beeswax candles, and the faint, heady musk of skin and desire. Dr. Sofia Moretti, 31, moved through the crowd with elegant poise. The brilliant Italian art historian wore a deep crimson gown that hugged her full breasts and flared over her hips, the silk whispering against her skin with every step. A black lace mask concealed her face, but beneath it her cheeks were already flushed. Her raven hair cascaded down her back, and between her thighs her smooth pussy throbbed with a slow, insistent ache. She felt him before she saw him.

Chapter 51 He picked her from the bed with no words and walked out of the room carrying her bridal style. Humanity kept watching them like they were posing for a cover of a popular romance movie. She was not the soft heroine of one of those romance books. She is a fighter, a virago who has made even the national criminals and worst underworld leaders to taste their own shit. But the handsome Romeo Ian Walkhart was the one and only person in the world who had the capacity of arising in her the romantic titillation which she did not know she possessed.

he whispered, his lips brushing against the side of my head. I turned my head, catching his gaze. Sleep-dulled eyes, dark and intense, and yet softened by his tenderness. My lips curved into a smile. “French now?” I teased softly, trying to conceal the shiver his nearness sent through me. He smiled, a slow, secret smile that twisted my chest into a knot of pain. “I’ve always loved saying it to you,” he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. “It sounds… like it should be yours, only yours. ‘Mon amour.’ My love.”

“That settles it, man. Roxanne Harrison is the richest gal in this class!” Their eyes blazed in zeal as soon as the named woman sashayed into the center of the room. The men, most notably, ogled at her without trying to hide their amorous thirst. Shepherd’s eyes were especially glued to her, gulping hard. He was definitely the one who desired her the most. Zayn sized Roxanne up impassively, obviously unimpressed. Sure, Roxanne could be counted as beautiful with a decent enough figure. But compared to the likes of Faye, Shaelyn, or even other houris Zayn personally knew?

We hugged tightly, not knowing that a woman was watching our romantic moment from the side of the boat. Her blue eyes stared full of jealousy, her blonde hair was blowing in the wind, while her right hand was holding her waist, she could feel a 10 cm long scratch scar that was etched there. It's a sign of love that comes from hot sex, a one night stand between her and The Mafia Boss. That woman is, Rosaline for the Romeo and Megan for an Ozgur. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

He chuckled, "Well, when you put it that way, it sounds like we're about to embark on the most romantic history lesson ever." As we wandered through the museum's halls adorned with love letters from famous historical figures and relics of love stories long past, the atmosphere seemed to cast a spell on us. Henry pulled me closer, and we lingered near an exhibit showcasing love letters exchanged between Napoleon and Josephine. "Imagine writing love letters like that," Henry mused, "I think we're missing out in the modern era." I smirked, "You mean like sending a text that says 'luv u' doesn't quite capture the same romantic essence?"

The King placed the black velvet box into his hands, and stepped back with the Queen into their thrones, letting us have the spotlight–quite literally, too. Everything light turned off except for a light above us…or it could really be just me, focusing on nothing but Caelum, who knelt on the ground in front of me on one knee, and whispered just so only I could hear: "Will you give me the honor of marrying you, Vivienne Skye Harper?" He opened the velvet box, and there laid the most stunning diamond ring I have ever seen.