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The email I had scheduled for Victor was my final judgment of him and my final farewell to that ridiculous marriage. When the contents of the email blew his world apart, I was sitting in an apartment in a small town by a snowy mountain, far away from the chaos. There was no mafia family here, nor was there anything to do with Victor. There was just a silent room and a window with a view of the snowy peaks. I started a new life under the name “Carolyn Dawn”, bidding farewell to the poor Zoe who spent her whole life carefully trying to prove herself.

"What safe space huh? Aren't you tired of being alone in your room all day and having that poor geek boy come over to do nothing but read books?" She rolled her eyes dismissively. "Sometimes, I wonder if I gave birth to this kind of a girl." Her words count to my heart like a magnet as I forced back the onrushing tears. It was the second day of the new year, and I found a resolution not to cry anymore. Mr Liam swayed his arm calmly, trying to repair the ugly situation. "Easy, there is no need for a quarrel." My eyes were watery, and I winced in pain, "You know what? I'm out of here."

The one who could burn him alive and kiss the wound better. You stuck through the silence, the pain, the almosts, and the push-pulls. And when I was on the edge of giving up, you were the reason I didn’t. So here I am. Still writing. Still pushing. Still pouring my soul into every word because you deserve that. Dark romance isn’t everyone’s thing. But if it’s yours, then you get it. You get how love can be painful and beautiful. How obsession can look like devotion. How the line between “I need you” and “I might destroy you” can be so, so thin.

"She would love you. She loves hockey players. She thinks you guys have great stamina." Ryder smirks, taking a bite of the stew and groaning obscenely. "Fuck, this is good. So, what do you do for fun, Professor? Besides lecturing me on dead authors and grading papers with a red pen like you’re out for blood?" Adrian watches him eat, feeling a strange sense of domestic calm settle over him. "I read. I run. I drink expensive wine and pretend I understand art." "Boring," Ryder teases, swallowing another mouthful. "Come on. What do you actually love? Not what you tell your colleagues."

He nodded in response. "Yeah, boring. No one reads a book like that these days except you," he told me. I raised my eyebrow. "Excuse me? For your information, this is a romance book. It's written by a famous writer, Jorelle Montividad, and it's not just an ordinary and boring book you say," I replied to him. "I don't even know who that is." That's because you're dumb. "That's because you have no taste in books, tsk!"

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

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"With your writing style, you can do better in the romance genre." "What? Romance?" Quickly, she stood up and argued. "Director Xia, you also know I can't write in this genre. It needs feelings, and I have no experience with it." "Hmm! That's why I have advice for you. You should fall in love first." Upon hearing it, her face turned pale. "Huh? Love?" "Yes, when you'll feel, it will be easy for you to write." "But, I never have any relationship." "That's why I'm giving you a month. Go, fall in love, and experience this feeling. After one month, you have to come and submit your plot."

And we can look at instances such as - calling yourselves romantic names rather than your real names". I scoffed and almost laughed and Ryan noticed. Romantic names indeed. "Yes - it's one of the spices of a relationship. You shouldn't just go ahead calling each other by your names. You can make use of something like baby, sugar, sweetheart, love, and all that..." "Ma'am" I suddenly cut in and raised my hand. Oh, God! I didn't even realize when I did that. "Yes ma'am Bethel? Do you have something to say?" The counselor asked and I slowly stood up.

– Linda had asked me when I told her, what I want to do next three years and to that I have smiled and replied, “Nah! I don’t think I will ever have a boy in my life! That’s not the plan anyways!” What I said was an honest reply and I really believed so, until he came into my life like a storm and changed everything, in ways…good…..and ….also….….. not…so …….good! Dear Readers, Greetings to you all! I am Apsia, a new writer on this platform! I am from India and love writing Thriller and Fantasy. I hereby present an original Romance Thriller to you all and I would really love to see your comments!!