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Until I open my eyes and dump once again this feeling. Fine Missamy! Enough! My clothes are getting wet already because of your tears! If you are just looking for the warmth of my body, just say so… What? What did you just say Jeff? Warmth of your body? Are you now insane Jeff? @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE

Rejection Olympics? The mark on my neck pulsed harder, sharper. I clutched it instinctively, nails digging into the skin. It burned like it was being re-carved—and beneath it, the mate bond echoed, twisted and screaming in its broken silence. Tears blurred my vision, but I gritted my teeth. “Nope,” I whispered. “Not breaking today.” I picked the book back up with trembling fingers. If Amaya thought this thing was a key, then I needed to figure out what it unlocked.

Velvet Obsession Amarissa¥ The world returned in fragments of fire and downy darkness. My eyes opened to the high ceiling of the library, shelves towering like silent guardians around us. Every nerve ending felt alive in a way that made my previous human existence seem muted and distant. The turning had rewritten me from the inside out, and the new hunger pounded beneath my ribs like a second heartbeat.

Amelia I am in a darkness so complete I could convince myself I was dead. Except I’ve been in this darkness before. Though this is my first time traveling it alone. I think I’m nearly to the end of the secret tunnel. Isaiah’s screams stopped a long time ago, urging me to turn back, to help him, even though we planned for it: his burns that I tried to argue against but that he was adamant were required to sell our story.

That truth wedges in my throat like a shard of glass. I glance up despite myself. Just a quick look, a fleeting glance, a single act of defiance against my own stubborn will. But as my eyes meet hers, my fingers unconsciously tap a rapid rhythm on the bottle in my hand, a quick, nervous stutter. It's a moment of pure, unfiltered exposure, a betrayal of the detachment I strive for. Annabelle. Even after all these years, she still manages to steal the air from my lungs. And that kid in her lap? He’s a mirror of her. Same unruly waves of dark- brown hair, same wild gestures as he points at something on the TV. He's a perfect replica, right down to that exasperating smile. A smile I know so well

"You're not worthy, no one loves you, they pity you, no one at all cares you are here, no one is looking" He is right, I know I by looking at my body I have been here a month at least, maybe longer, and no one has come, closing my eyes, my body falls asleep, I heard moving, he is coming back for me, I know now is the time I should give in, I tell my body to let go.

“I forsake all others. Now and forever. There will be no other before you, and there will be no one after you. My heart beats for you alone. This is my solemn vow.” Something happens between us. It’s as if someone switched on a light and replaced a missing part of our puzzle. The part that makes us whole. “Do I need to say something?” Amalie asks. I shake my head and lean over to kiss her. “That’s it,” I say when I break our kiss. “What was that?” Amalie asks in wonder. She’s no longer shaking, transported by the vow I just made. “That was me using the only way I knew how to give myself to you in every way possible.”

Her every move went noticed by him. She stared into the river, wondering if it was a good idea, what she was about to do. Her breathing was rapid, she could hear it in her ears, till the was only thing she could hear was the fast hammering in her chest. The rain drops drenched her from her hair to her vans. She was tired of it all, tired of humanity, tired of trying. She wanted peace and if the dark, scary looking waters would give her that, then so be it. She wasn't going to back out now, it was too late for that.

added Aiys. "I don't know, it's not certain either, there's no need to think about it," said Amel again. Aiys is a little annoyed, but Aiys is working on it anyway. Aiys stepped into the pile of books. Every book that wants to be picked up, is briefly examined through its cover. An hour and a half has passed, this is the twelfth generation of Aiys moving and composing this family legend book. Aiys decided to take a short break to sit down with the newspaper, Aiys leaned his head against the cupboard. It was as if the wardrobe was ready to accept all the outpouring of her heart. Only a few more generations, let's be excited. Aiys gets up and returns to compile the book that Aiys will move.