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Some part of me wanted that. Not because I wanted the power. Not because I wanted to collect people like trophies. Because the thought of being wanted like that; to be chosen like that, made something in my chest go warm and tight. All because I had read... things. Books. Ones that I pretended they were "just entertainment." Stories that had made me squirm under blankets and bite my lip and tell myself I was being ridiculous. But the ones that had gotten me the most... the ones that lit my skin up and made my pulse race, were the ones where the woman wasn't lonely in love.

Yami, who was passing by, saw Alessandra walking towards Robertson’s cabin so asked. Yami’s appearance was enough to increase the fire in Alessandra’s heart. She did not like Yami from the bottom of her heart. Yami was such that everyone ran to hate her. It was as if she deserved everybody’s hatred. Such was her actions. Most of the girls hated her because she used to keep an eye on others’ boyfriends. Her mind was spoiled after reading the Forbidden love stories, which found her a comfort in doing such a sinful act. Well someone has rightly said, the taste of forbidden fruit is the most amazing. Sweetest and unforgettable. Ignoring her, she just marched towards William’s cabin. Yami, as she

Let's do this. Giselle gave him a confused look while Hyun was too proud of himself. This book was the work of the God of Love. He put everything that he found all these years on how to improve one's love. Giselle opened the book. She saw it one time but did not pay much attention. "I t... h a s... m o r e... t h e n.... t h o u s a n d... p a g e s. W e... c a n... r a n d o m l y... t r y.. o n e.. t h i n g.... e a c h... d a y."

I could even write a book with the long list of women he banged and kissed with that never brought a single tear in my eye. Yes, he's that guy. The perfect Lorenzo Gomez. What people believed in was true though. He's everything a man and a woman ever wanted. I mean, everything without the exception of being a manwhore. All the ladies in the vicinity were craving for him. Like a prey, all their hungry eyes were focused on him as they were all waiting for the opportunity to attack him. While that man will gladly welcome them with open arms, all at once. It should concern me, but fortunately, it didn't. Because not everything about him that people believed in was true. Lorenzo may have everythi

It was an impression. I couldn't give you a certainty because you should never judge a book by its cover. It is obvious that most of those women one day dreamed of normal and dull sex. Some kind of love that lasted "even when the person fucked badly", and that was worth it. My guess about whether or not she wants something stronger could be pure machismo. So I stopped thinking about it. Although not imagining myself in Ramirez's situation was not possible at the moment.

sometimes just meant nobody came to save you. “I used to think love would fix everything,” Zara said, stirring her drink. “Now I think peace is the real romance.” I nodded slowly. “That’s a lesson people don’t teach early. They teach endurance instead.” She snapped her fingers. “Exactly! Endurance dressed up as loyalty. Suffering packaged as commitment.” I laughed. “You’re in rare form today.” “No, I’m just healed enough to talk nonsense with confidence.” We both burst out laughing. Later, as we walked through the bookstore next door, flipping through titles we had no intention of buying, Zara stopped suddenly and picked up a book. She read the title aloud. Women Who Love Too Hard. She glanc

I fúck women with fire in my veins, and I crave the ones who are deliciously out of reach or secretly off-limits. I am a lésbian, loudly, unapologetically, and with a reputation I earned the hard way. I have fúcked women who were mistakes, women who were married, women who taught me things I still think about in quiet moments, and women who ruined me just enough to make me crave the next one harder. You may consider me a slút, but I’m not. I’m just a woman who fúcking loves other women, especially the pretty ones.

"Is there a historical library here? I wonder what kind of books you guys have!" "Do you like reading books?" "Sometimes," she beams. "I mostly read science fiction and adventure books! Now look at this! I feel like I am dreaming!" "Aren't women most interested in romance? Knight saves a damsel in distress? A forbidden love? Star crossed lovers?" "Not all!" Mizuko snorted. "I love it when the leading characters are strong, unbeatable and chill. It bores me when the lead is weak and too kind." "Do you not know how boring it is to be too powerful?" he questions her. "I know someone too powerful that he views everything boring and monotone. Nothing excites him, not even when he takes a life."

Aiden's POV I finished my breakfast and waited for that sexy beast in my study room. "Sexy beast..." I smirked. Yes..... She is sexy with her firm perfect sized breast and her curvy body. she is too hot with her perfect shape and bewitching face . she makes me hard every time I see her. I am not in love with that asshole but she sexually attracted me and that's the reason i always hurt her to have a distance with her. cring cring...cring cring.....

The library was a third illustrious and recognizable library in Wicklow for encompassing historical quixotic and idealistic fictions. They pushed the heavy doors open and entered into the reception area inhaling the smell of old books. "Hello, Ms Kate!" Louisa and Sheila greeted a middle-aged woman, sitting behind her desk reading a book. Ms Kate Long was a frumpy woman, and she was fanatical about books, and had always said; 'There's no-one like her who adored books like a possessive demon.' She was divorced without having children, and she thought of books as her family.