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Why don't we make things more interesting" she said as she slowly loosened the robe she was wearing. The black robe fell to her legs as also my heart to hell as well as I saw the sight in front of me. She stood in front of that huge gigantitic bed in nothing but a red lacy Victoria secret underwear. She picked up the other glass and walked towards me handing me the second glass. "Romeo I run this show" She spoke confidently, her red lips brushing the tip of my ear. For the first time I felt shiver run down my spine in anticipation on what to come. There is a saying that something must kill a man and Samantha might end up being that thing that kills me.

Valentina who was walking and looking around was confused as to why Sophie who had brought her for a photoshoot wasn't coming in with her, the heels she was wearing were doing a number on her so she hopes to find a seat at the balcony so she rests her feet before the photo session begins. As she walks closer to the doorway, red roses were on the floor 'Are people getting married or something? Why all this roses? Hope I haven't lost my way, wouldn't want to disturb them.' Valentina thought as she heads for the balcony She walked and pushed the door open and found a man whose back was turned, the stature she knows too well. Ryan Walker her fated mate. "Ryan?" She spoke in the most angelic voic

If we had met in another place other than here, she would gulp down her saliva at the sight of me. No doubt I'm hot, I know that. Receiving compliments here and there had really boosted my confidence. I used to feel inferior about myself not until I reached puberty. All my skimpy dresses hugged my curves so perfectly. I was nicknamed curvaceous, 'curvy' for short. "Walk straight down and enter the first door by your right." She said as she pointed her finger directing me to the interview hall. "Thank you" I said to her. My eyes were fixed at the door and the only thing in my head was about the man I met at the club last night. If I could meet him again, I will gladly let him rocked his hips

She exuded the aura of a woman in control- as if she hadn't just weathered a heartbreak a month ago. As if she hadn't just signed a contract to publicly date someone for the sake of revenge. Damien emerged alongside her, decked out in a midnight-blue suit that matched the storm brewing in his eyes. Without a glance in her direction, his hand instinctively reached for hers, and their fingers intertwined. The crowd erupted into a buzz of excitement. "Mr. Cole! Is this your new girlfriend?" "Miss Vale, any comment on the engagement rumor?" Stopping briefly, Damien adjusted the cuff of his sleeve and responded smoothly,

With a sudden, violent motion, she swept it off the nightstand. The glass shattered against the stone floor, the liquid spilling out like wasted light. Dante let out a guttural sound, a mixture of triumph and agony. He crushed his mouth against hers, a kiss that tasted of finality and fire. This was the "Intimate Love Romance" at its most visceral—a communion of the damned. He didn't make love to her; he reclaimed her. He used the "Body Betrayal" as a conduit, forcing her to acknowledge that her choice was permanent.

she said with a wink, settling beside me on the couch and pulling a fuzzy blanket over us both. She queued up the movie on her TV, the opening credits filling the room with upbeat music. As the story unfolded lighthearted banter, stolen glances, the kind of sweet romance that made your heart flutter—I tried to lose myself in it. Mira laughed at the jokes, nudging me with her elbow, but I could only manage faint smiles. My mind wandered back to Zayden, to the way his touch had once felt like safety, now tainted by blood.

“Why is it so dark? Please, turn on the lights, Anth.” I hesitated before pressing the soft buttons of the light switch and then the room brightened up. I heard her gasp first before my eyes took in the rose petals and unlit candles on the floor and on various pieces of furniture in the living room. My eyes scanned the room and spotted more rose petals, even the ones leading to the bedroom. The romantic setting of the place made my nervousness spike higher than before. “Did you do this?” I pushed every ounce of nervousness from my body and approached her then wrapped my arms around her shoulder. I placed my face against hers then kissed her cheek, feeling the softness of her skin and inhalin

Without any alternative, she was forced to fall back into prostitution again. The two of them hit it off straight away. Benedict went back for Yvonne every night. They would start talking about their life stories after sex. A deep affection began to grow between them. Yvonne, who was more than ten years older than Benedict, looked after him like an elder sister. He finally experienced what it felt like to be taken care of. They were caught in a whirlpool of passion. Their biggest problem was that both of them were flat-out broke. She suggested that he could start saving up slowly by selling alcohol at the same nightclub. He refused to take on the humiliating job.

No doubt that shut would cost a fortune in the now market. It had golden edges and a golden switch but it was covered with a black silk cloth that created even more emphasis on the gold designs. It looked like something straight out of a Victorian-era movie. Halle searched the final shelf for a book with at least an interesting title, some of the books looked as old as her while some were from recent authors she knew…wait, why would Xavier buy romance novels...She caught herself smiling the more she thought about Xavier sitting on the reading chair and a romance novel placed under the antique lamp.

This man, from another time, had become an intrinsic part of her story, and she, of his. Vincent, noticing her intense gaze, set the lute aside and moved closer. He traced her face gently with his fingers, marvelling at the beauty of the woman who had literally walked into his life from another era. The glow in her eyes as she looked at him was mesmerizing. His heart pounded as he leaned in, closing the distance between their lips. It was a tender kiss, filled with promises of tomorrow and dreams of an endless future.