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He would have, right? I shook my head again and concentrated on the book placed on my lap. It was one of the British, historical romance fictions set during the World War Two. I had randomly picked it up at the bookstore and somehow felt myself drawn towards it. Sappy novel with mopey dialogues and dragged out bits, it still provided me with much needed solace.

“Maybe you are meant to go here first. And whatever you find there will lead you to the Notre Dame. I don’t know. But I do know that this church is your next stop.” That felt right to Caitlin, too. She turned and looked at Lily, and her eyes filled with gratitude. “I don’t know how to thank you.” Caitlin reached out, and the two embraced, like long-lost sisters. “Whatever I find may just lead me back in time,” Caitlin added, with worry. “If it does, I won’t see you again.” Lily smiled back. “You’ll see me. Humans have many lifetimes, too. And I’ll tell you a secret: some of us know how to time travel, too.”

-he thought that getting rid of people got caught up, we are going to live in the same building, you bastards, and laughed at us, and we both laughed at her too, we went up and he typed the code on the roof and my mom typed hers so we went up to our destination, we arrived and the elevator door opened in the roofed hall we passed and we entered our new house he carried me on his lap and took me to the room already kissed me, put me on the floor and I looked I saw that the room is full of white and red rose petals all over the room I turned and kissed him, -my love you are always romantic hem, - all this just for your princess, my sleeping beauty, took me in her lap again, took her to bed, an

A wish to go back in time, a wish to be with Vincent, a wish for a lifetime of love. With the wish made, she opened her eyes, and for a moment, everything was still. Then, slowly, the sand in the hourglass started moving, reversing its course, pulling her back into the past, back into Vincent's world. The familiar sensation of time travel engulfed her, and with a last glance at her world, she braced herself for the journey, her heart filled with hope and love.

At least there, I can have peace. When I arrived at the garden, I felt the peace hugging me. 'Finally.' Away from those stabbing gazes, away from that annoying expression of Rosine, away from that indifferent male lead. Amongst the books I brought with me, there's one with an inconspicuous book with a simple red cover. "From One Space to Another" is the title of the book. It is a romance story about a girl who can teleport from one place to another and a boy who was from another parallel universe.

Hey beautiful people, Just a warning. This book is an erotica, which means 18+, so if you are uncomfortable with sex and adult stuff, please don’t read my books. But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4)Danika Williams 5)Mary Redferne PS this book is set up in the 1960s Mary Redferne I was in the car, tapping my foot restlessly as the driver drove inside the gates of a mansion of the guy I was about to marry in a few months. Yeah I know, crazy! I never thought that I’d settle for an arrange marriage

Beyond my wildest dreams, that was the best. She gently presses her lips against his jawline as she nestles against his neck. In the midst of their passionate kissing, Jannis has a brief release from the shame and remorse that often accompanies their clandestine romance. "But we should probably clean up before I have to get some sleep; I still have 3 more days until this conference is over." Jannis reluctantly pulls herself away from Jake's hug, getting out of bed with a sluggish stretch. She stomps nudely towards the restroom, stopping at the entrance to steal a playful glimpse in his direction.

With tears in her eyes, everything became blurry as she walked until she entered the house. Charlotte went to her old single bedroom, needing some time alone. She picked up a romance book she had bought the last time she went to the city. It was an old story. The cover immediately captivated her: a young woman in a dress in a castle and a man in shining armor, mounted on a white horse and holding a sword. Sighing, she let herself be carried away by her imagination. Each line was like a dream, at least in the beginning of the book, where none of the main characters were going through any hardship. She didn’t notice time passing, as usual.

My stiff gaze drifted back to that photo of their hands intertwined in the car. I had not noticed it before, but at that moment, I saw it clearly. On that slender, pale wrist was a simple silver bracelet. Though it was nothing expensive, it looked painfully familiar. It was the birthday gift I had carefully chosen for Everly just last month. Then I looked at the account's ID. [J&E] 'Jeremy and Everly, huh?' So, that was it. The girl I had treated like my own little sister…had stolen the man I loved with all my heart.

The Saturday morning sun streamed into the kitchen, painting bright rectangles on the tile floor. A month had passed since the unexpected night between Ellie and Spencer. It happened once, then twice more against the washing machine after Esme was asleep or a whispered exchange in the dark of his bedroom before he rolled away to sleep. It was never enough, always hurried, always shadowed by his exhausting work schedule and her primary role as Esme’s caretaker.