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“My parents hated each other. They were nothing but two people who got put together by the Reaping. They were as far from soulmates as you could get. Growing up with those two examples you could only imagine how I felt about mates. Elliot, Thomas, and I have been friends since we were in diapers. So in all truth, I got incredibly lucky that I was able to be with someone I loved. I don’t call Elliot my mate when we are alone or with Thomas. I call him my husband.” “That is what my grandmother calls my grandfather. They were together before the illness. They are so different from my parents. Mine is just like yours, they hate each other. I have read some books from before as well but they were

Shadow raised her head to smell it, her big brown eyes curious, but upon finding it to be nothing other than frustrating ideas, she resettled. It had seemed so easy at first glance. Audrey and Ray had fallen in love once; I knew they could do it again. I had buzzed through my shift, sprinted home, and hopped on the computer for research. Fast forward two hours and I had no results. Everything I found was either too complex or too reminiscent of “The Parent Trap”. I had no idea how to get these two people to fall in love, let alone how to get them in the same room. My balloon of hope and excitement was quickly deflating, reality a slow leak sinking it. My phone chimed, and the noise startled

I watch him go and lean my back on the car while Jude is still inside. With my arms around my bosom, I try to imagine what it would be like to be his actual wife. Won't this day be romantic for us if this is actually valid? Jayden seems like a romantic man. He acts cold but that romantic side of him exists. Thinking about how he loves reading romantic novels too is an addition. I have never crossed paths with a man who loves reading novels and I have always wished for a man who writes romance or who likes romance fiction. He hasn't returned the book he borrowed from me and I haven't returned the one I took from his office even though I am done reading it. I plan to give him the other novel w

CEO's Mistress (2 book series under the same book) Forced Marriage to the Secret Billionaire (A forced/Arranged Marriage and One night stand standalone) Forced by the Mafia (Revenge based Dark Romance Standalone) Life of Lies (A billionaire romance Standalone) Mated to the Rogue Lycan (Werewolf Standalone) By the way, I have another piece of news to share with you all. A GOOD NEWS!!! This book won the second prize in a recently concluded contest here. The Genre Carnival. And like the rest of my accomplishments, I believe you all played a big part in this win as well. So, from the bottom of my crying heart right now (because of the ending of this story), I am grateful to you all ❤️ Thanks for

When I was done cleaning and dusting round the house ,I went back to the kitchen to clear the mess they created knowing they both wouldn't clean it up waiting for me to do it myself. I went back to my room ,collapsing on my soft bed ,I used my left had to off the light . I couldn't wait to meet someone who I will fall in love with and also love me in return. We will both build a nice family and leave happily ever after. If only my life was so easy and not shitty ,were I had a father who care for me enough to be around and a mother who didn't die giving birth to me . if only. I find my self slowly drifting off to my dream land at the thought of my Prince charming and night in shining armor re

"…so… why did you even sleep with me back then?" Noru smirks and grabbed Toma on the hair to pull his face to his crotch. "I was curious about it, just like you. And I never thought that we'll both get addicted by the idea of fucking each other. It was you who gave me the opportunity of learning this kind of sex… since girls were starting to get boring." "So it was still about sex." Toma thought there's another reason. "Yeah, but you know, since you were my first guy…" Noru's thumb traced Toma's lips, then tried to touch Toma's tongue. "…you hold a special space in my heart."

poor boy, she said, giving a kind of stare that looks like that of my late grandmother whenever she's giving me candy. I called you here because there's something bothering me, after my ex husband and I got divorced, I have been developing some kind of feelings for my son, she opened her mouth when I said that. "Please don't judge me yet", I said softly. Sometimes, if these feelings persist, my VJ Itches me and I get really wet. I know I shouldn't feel this way, so I called you here for your advice. Debbie listened to my explanation and said, You are gone girl, cut to the chase, you sexually attracted to your son, he is your flesh and blood, you shouldn't lust over him, she replied making a

Eden's POV The moment hangs between us, heavy and impossible. I want to retreat, run back to the safety of my room. But something in Roman’s eyes—the way they’re searching, raw and unguarded—keeps me rooted. Slowly, I lift my hand and place it against his chest. The warmth beneath my palm is like a silent promise. His breath hitches, but he doesn’t pull away. “Roman,” I whisper, voice trembling. “I’m not a child anymore. And I’m tired of being the one who has to hold back.”

“What? Mom, she’s not a baby bird.” I burst out laughing, covering my mouth. “Oh my God, no...Warren, don’t listen to her!” But Mrs. Christopher crossed her arms, eyes twinkling. “I raised you better than this! Romance isn’t just gala kisses—it’s feeding your girl when she’s down. Go on, airplane it if you have to. Zoom zoom!” Warren groaned, but a grin cracked through. “You’re impossible.” He speared a piece of omelette, holding it up dramatically. “Open wide, Jay. Incoming!”

she’d retorted, her words sharp and final. He had tried to hold on, having been raised in a family where love was an enduring thing. His parents, his sister Alanna with her husband, even his grandparents were his blueprint for a great love story. He had wanted one for himself so desperately that he tried to force the pieces of his and Suhana’s puzzle to fit. But they didn’t. The picture was wrong, so with a heavy heart, he had let her go, choosing the lonely path of integrity over the comfortable lie of a mismatched relationship.