Romans & histoires Vol 5

Expect chapters on the following days: 2 chapters every FRIDAY, SATURDAY & SUNDAY

It was a complicated relationship, but I couldn't deny the pull he had over me. Before long, I found myself parking outside a discreet adult store, the neon sign flickering in the darkness. Taking a deep breath, I pushed open the door and stepped inside. The store was dimly lit, with rows of shelves lined with an array of tantalizing toys and gadgets. From vibrators to handcuffs, there was no shortage of options to choose from. But my eyes were drawn to a sleek black box nestled in the corner, its contents hidden from view. Making my way over to the display, I picked up the box, examining it closely. It was a deluxe bondage set, complete with restraints, blindfolds, and other accessories des

My tone and voice were sharp, reflecting all the feelings I had bottled up. He fell silent. His face tensed, as if he wasn’t ready to face my firmness. "I—I don’t know where to start. In these five years... I've realized something." I held back a bitter laugh. "In these five years, I’ve realized many things, one of which is that life without you has turned out to be easier than I thought." My words bit, and I knew they were painful for him. He bit his lip, as if holding back something.

She’s glad that her grandma didn’t leave their side when they hopelessly went to her for help. Valeriana recalled that when she was only five years old her mom had told her that her (Valeriana) granny wasn’t that fond of her father. In Fact she used to dislike him very much. Grandma was against their marriage but Valeriana’s mother used to love Valeriana’s father very much so she ran away with him and married him. After that Valeriana’s grandma was really mad at her (Josephine) because of this. She even told her that she doesn’t even want to see Josephine’s face.

More information will be given at the last chapter of CON, which sadly will be coming really soon. Stay safe.

"Family!" END VOLUME TWO: SUPPRESSION

guys like my father. When I left them earlier to check on Caterina, they were talking about the Russians. Now that I came back, the conversation still revolved around them. Nothing gets done with these two fucking sizing each other up every meeting. After another unsuccessful discussion over the elections, Al pushed a large brown envelope to him. “I received an intel.” Rio Romano grunted as he perused the contents. He passed the envelope to me and I just gave it a quick glance before blowing a smoke in the heavily tensed air, bored out of my mind.

Azazel chuckled, bringing his right hand to my chin and forcing me to look him in his eyes. "Really? How many times do I have to explain this, Aria?" He chuckled yet again, the amusement in those black eyes of his intensifying. "We are mates. And you're lucky enough to have not one, not two but FIVE mates. Do you see me getting jealous when you frolic with Sylvain or Orion?" My face heated up and I was sure I was redder than a tomato right now. So I was right with my hypothesis... I had five mates. Meaning there were two more out there mated to my Mystik and Rogue wolves respectively.

Lila asked, having actually stopped Rex from entering the elevator. Rex was taken aback by the young, beautiful lady's boldness in approaching him and asking for his contact information. He furrowed his brows at Lila as he stared at her from head to toe. He found her attractive, with her fair skin. He dipped his hand into his coat pocket and gave her one of his business cards without asking her anything, then walked away to head up to the fifth floor to bring Jessica downstairs. Lila was excited and went back to her duty post.

--- Later that night, Alessio locked up. Bianca stood on the patio barefoot, holding a wine glass, smiling to herself. He stepped behind her, placed his hand gently on her shoulder. She turned. And kissed him. Not in triumph. Not in grief. Just in peace. --- EPILOGUE Five years later, a teenage girl named Maia finds herself walking through a narrow bookstore in Lisbon. Dusty. Quiet. The kind of place that smells like old paper and hard truths. She finds a shelf marked “Memory Studies.” Between two thick history books, she sees a slim gray volume with no title on the spine. Inside, a single note handwritten on the first page: