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I said with more confidence. "With face it is" "Thanks" "What is your story about anyway?" he leaned closer to the table and put his arms on it. "It's a romance novel and I would like to refer to it as such. Despite the pornographic details on it. It's a story of a bad boy falling for an innocent and fragile girl. He's a wild spirit and she is conservative... two opposites attract" I giggled and I didn't even know why. "They have sex like crazy in every position I could think of, anywhere and every time they meet" I kept giggling like a little girl and he smiled like he enjoyed our conversation. That was good...

“You are my home.” They moved together like they’d never been apart, like they knew every rhythm of each other’s bodies. The pace was slow, sensual—more about connection than conquest. Every kiss, every touch, was an apology, a promise, and a declaration. When it finally washed over them, it did so in waves—breathless, shuddering waves that left them gasping, clinging to each other in the aftermath. Dominic rolled to the side, pulling her into his arms, holding her like something sacred.

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"You know nothing about me, Cairen. But I don't read romance. It's cliche.” I have never read a fiction book in my life. It's boring and gives me a headache. “Romance is not cliche. It shows true love and how the characters struggle in the name of love,” I remarked, biting my lips not to laugh. Zach wrinkled his nose like I was saying a nasty thing. "Why is it called fiction? It's not a real thing that happened. I would rather read about things that happened in real life than bullshit imagination," he grumpily said.

I smile sweetly at him. His eyes widen. “How is that romance?” “Well, becuase she falls in love with the new guy, and he loves her. Oh, and be warned, there’s two endings. Happy and sad. Decide the characters fate yourself.” I wink and he sighs. I watch as he opens the book ‘Tainted heat’ By Billiejo Priestley, and begins to read. It’s almost low level smut. I didn’t want to give him something where it goes too indepth, I can save that for next time.

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Lucas was mine now, and I was his, the forbidden bond stronger than any sacred tie. I traced patterns on his chest, already planning the next time I would push him over the edge. His hand stroked my hair, and I smiled against his skin. The wolf had surrendered, and the heat between us burned hotter than ever. We dozed briefly, but his cock stirred against my thigh, and soon we were at it again, this time with me riding him on the couch, my hips rolling as he gripped my waist and thrust up to meet every descent. His knot swelled inside me once more, locking us as I ground down, milking every drop from him while his mouth latched onto my nipple, sucking hard enough to leave marks.

They were more feminine than me when we were little. If they were not my brother's, I would be glad to take them both as my husband. Don't think of me like a slut. It is how the way I am. I'm quick to fall in love with tall hot guys, and sometimes I fantasize about them in my writings, and afterward, I kill them in the end. They need to suffer pain! All the stories I've written so far are tragedies where all the main characters' guy dies. It's kind of my fetish to kill them mercilessly. I'm joking. Besides being an ugly little squirt, I love writing romance tragedy, and my favorite novel at all times is Romeo and Juliet by Shakespeare. So since I read that story by the age of five, I dedicat

“She’ll probably spend the whole holiday in here if you let her.” I walked the aisles slowly, trailing my fingers over the books. Classics. Thrillers. A whole section of contemporary romance—Mirabel’s doing, mostly. She’d started collecting them in high school, said they were “escapist but smart.” I’d never read them. Too many happy endings. Too much hope wrapped in pretty words. I pulled one down at random. Dark cover, brooding man in a suit, and title written in gold foil: Claimed by the Billionaire. I snorted softly, then slid it back.

The aroma of roasted meat and warm herbs filled the air — clearly prepared for a werewolf, not a fragile human. “Your Majesty… I can’t eat that,” I said softly, trying to push the plate away. His arm slid around my waist, pulling me firmly back against his bare chest. “You will,” he said, his tone gentle but leaving no room for argument. “You need your strength after what we shared earlier.” He lifted a piece of meat to my lips. When I hesitated, his voice softened even further. “Do you truly think so little of yourself, Scheur?” His thumb brushed my lower lip with surprising tenderness. “Do you believe I would use you and then discard you? You are my fated mate. The only woman I have any de