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And that was what she was most nervous about. They walked for a few more minutes as Amara resumed her story, Charlotte tried to listen for the most part but she was easily distracted by the shops, there were things she just found weird. And shopping was one of it, she detested shopping. She had tried once but it was impossible and she didn't know how or why, but the hours passed way to quickly whenever she'd shop.

A Dark Fantasy Romance Unholy Hunger ✦ Some loves are not forbidden by men. They are forbidden by gods. •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• Before Time Learned to Count •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × ••••••

Both books are combined together, and Abhimanyu's book is titled *Taken: King's Rights Reserved*. ... Thank you, ShineeSunshine ❤️

“Roll my windows down first, I can tell what you two were doing.” Author's Note: Sorry about the delay, Saturday I had to take my oldest to the ER. He had croup and that with his asthma was super rough. Then my youngest caught it :( Now both kiddos are feeling better, but I've gotten sick too. I'll keep you guys updated as much as I can, til then I'm pushing through it to create more content <3 If you aren't following my facebook author page Facebook.com/JaneKnightWrites you should, I had a big announcement this past weekend. My book Hers for the Holidays is now available in paperback through amazon. It's a mfm shifter holiday romance with a high heat level. Hope everyone is having a good

He was so powerful, I was as insignificant as a bug. Then, I heard a scream. All my life, I've fought to be mediocre, to hide in the midst of the crowd. I've fought to be inconsequential, just a random face in the vast populace. I tried as much as possible to run away from responsibilities, looking up to Tyler to help me out of tight spots. I read, oh I did. Not academics though, never academics. I researched on Armageddon, my fascination with the concept stretching into obsession. Even my family forbade me from talking about it. But when I was with Tyler, I was free, as free as a Jay bird. I could talk about anything without expecting to see discrimination in his eyes. When he talked to me,

if she didn't reach her retribution, he, himself, would ravage her. But he never decided to slaughter the innocent, he wasn't aware of what he would become...he would become so ruthless that his own past self will cower away if ever it met his future self. He was just a broken one. Megara had her head low all the time as tears threatened to trickle down her eyes when she saw that her Uncle was still fighting for her. He was fighting for her even though she was the cause of the death of his most important man, Rowan. He was fighting for her against the whole higher-ups.

May’s POV Oh that’s right! I just remembered I needed to get some groceries, but I was going to have to do that later this evening, and mentally, I calculated what I had left. My savings were draining fast. Really fast. The amount to be paid if I went for the auction was really going to hold the fort a whole lot, but I just wasn’t comfortable with the invite, and with the fact that Asher would be there. I mean, why in the whole did they invite me to be one of the people auctioned off at that event?

"However, I do believe our lives are a gift we must unpack by ourselves, in a way that we are not trapped in a matrix set by nature. Free will is never overrated, and so must one's mind not be." "It is 9:30 PM. The dry, lonely night of Zanzibar seems not to be a disturbance, for my mind is far away from here. The stranger is an Omega I have come to be bonded with. My heart now belongs to him, and his belongs to me. The ties that have formed between us are so strong that not even the pheromones of another can cut through.

~Phoebe The image burned behind my eyelids, a jagged shard of memory. Lydia’s legs spread wide on a hard wooden bathroom, my uncle’s face buried between her thighs, her moans swallowed by the sterile silence of hymnals. Gerard’s fingers curled inside me, driving hard, striking that precise, electric spot again. I shattered. My orgasm wasn’t a wave; it was a fucking tsunami. My pussy clenched violently around his invading fingers, gushing in a hot, thick spray that soaked his hand and slicked his wrist. I screamed. A raw, animal sound that tore from my throat, as tears streamed down my face.