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Thank you so much for reading 'Death Among The Dandelions!' This is my first ever original novel that I've written. I've really enjoyed writing this, hopefully, you enjoyed reading this! This is also my first ever book on Goodnovel. Thank you for reading to the end. Credits go to my best friend Lily for creating the amazing front cover! She's an amazing writer too, go support her on Wattpad! Her account is @lilypadsxfrogs.

Then he pushes his cock even deeper and we both moan like animals I know this dark romance can destroy everything. It is very bad. It is disgusting. It is the worst kind of sin. But every time his thick cock slides into my wet cunt, every time he slaps my ass and calls me his dirty stepdaughter whore, every time his hot cum leaks out of me later while I sit with my family, I feel more alive than ever. The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier

“Who knew that dying could be someone’s kink?” I continuously couldn’t think of anything, completely dumbfounded by the situation.The hand moved. The tips of his fingers passed by between my breasts, almost tickling me, and stopped at my throat.Another shiver ran down my spine, and I had to bite the fabric in my mouth so I could stop the gasp that was going to leave it. This was fucked up. How could I enjoy the touch of someone who wanted to hurt me

Her touch is soft, practiced. “Anywhere else?” she asks. I lift my right hand. She takes it, examining the bruises. “This looks like it hurts,” she says. “Like a bitch,” I mutter, trying to lighten the mood. She doesn’t laugh. “Sorry that happened,” she murmurs. “I hate that I can’t do more to stop it.” I wince as she tends to my fingers. The relief is instant, but fleeting. “You won’t be able to use this hand properly for a while,” she says, then adds more quietly, “Have you heard of the Dance of the Dead?”

It was like hot charcoal was placed on my cheeks. He blended with the air again, and this time his claw slashed me in the back, and I screamed in pain. I launched a punch at him, but it was a weak one and too slow. He grabbed my hand, twisted it, and punctured me with his black poisonous claw. I felt the poison running from my arm towards my entire body's veins, then going through my heart. I knew the poison was quickly circulating through my blood, and I knew I could die in a foreign land at any time.

That she was just tricked by the Yamato's team. Well, though the truth transpired it was too late now, Clench never regretted to be with her in death. Well, it seems that it was already written on the book of life, where the love story they once built and was broken into pieces, reconnected again, between the tragic of Love and Death.

Just watched her reach up to adjust one of the upper levels, fingers tracing the etching in midair. And then she touched me. It wasn’t on purpose. She moved too fast, trying to secure a floating sigil before the thread quivered. Her hand brushed my chest, bare skin under the open collar of my shirt. Just a graze. Just fingers stabilizing herself. No hesitation. No recoil. But I flinched anyway. Not because it hurt. Not because I thought it would. Because it didn’t. Because that one fucking touch ignited something in me I thought was dead.

Or a vision of what would’ve happened if I’d waited to call the police? Not Jensen’s face still haunts me. Just as Jensen’s actions after that still scare me, I can’t stop thinking about them. How does he pull my consciousness into those replica spaces? Are they even replicas—or is he somehow manipulating the very space we’re in, making it seem like another place? Who the hell is Jensen Parker? Feeling the dread from this morning still clawing at the edges of my mind, I crack open the book I brought with me—a good romantic comedy. Something light, a little funny, and a whole lot of sexy. Just what I need to reset the fog settling in my brain.

Her body was a live wire, every touch amplifying her need until it was almost unbearable. Marcus’s eyes locked onto hers, dark and unyielding, as he watched every twitch, every shudder that rippled through her. His fingers moved with agonizing precision, circling her swollen, sensitive core through the damp fabric of her panties, each touch sending electric jolts through her body. Lila’s thighs trembled, her knuckles whitening as she gripped the edge of the desk, her entire being focused on the unbearable tension coiling tighter and tighter inside her.

“You surely will.’ He whispers as the familiar hue of lights awaits them both in the middle of the path they are taking. Knowing what it is as they are aware of what draws it in front of them. Daniela raise her hand as the lights came down and surrounds her. One by one and with a click of her hand, it turns into the books that make the entirety of these dark and dreadful charades. With that, she names the books one by one that open and presented their heart, but only the clear four can be heard at that moment as it rings. “Blood Resonance. The Call of Death. Death Reincarnate. Shinzo Dimension.” As the book opens along with its prominent hue that also represents the prominent sins that are t