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"You have a fire in your soul, Celess. A passion for life that I find... intoxicating. I wanted to share that with you." Celess felt her heart racing in her chest. She had always been drawn to danger, but this was different. This was the ultimate forbidden romance, and she didn't know if she was ready for it. But as she looked into Steve's dark eyes, she felt a sense of calm wash over her. She didn't know what the future held, but she knew that she wanted to spend it with him. Without a word, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Steve's neck, pressing her lips to his in a fierce, passionate kiss. As they kissed, she felt like she was finally home.

After a lot of thinking, she decided to read a book. She didn't have much of a collection, just a few she had been able to gather over the past years. She grabbed a book titled “Heart of Darkness.” It was a dark romance book. She lay on her bed, flipping through the pages of the book. Ivy grunted as her stomach grumbled for the countless times since she started reading. She checked the time, and it was some minutes past 11AM. “No wonder this stupid tummy won't stop growling,” she mumbled.

The heat of his touch sent a jolt of electricity through me, and before I could brace myself, he tugged me against him. “Good!” Abigail cheered. “Now kiss her cheek! Honestly, why do I have to tell you everything? You’re supposed to want to do this!” My face was on fire. I dared to glance up at Roman, whose expression was unreadable but whose presence was overwhelming. His gaze flicked to mine, and something unspoken passed between us. Then, without hesitation, his lips brushed my cheek. The contact was brief but searing. I smiled wide for the picture, my heart thundering in my chest.

He stumbled, falling onto the bed, deeply straight onto her. Arielle froze, her wide green eyes locked onto his, her lips parted in shock. The air between them grew heavy, charged with an unspoken tension. Zachary, still dazed, cupped her face gently, his thumb brushing against her flushed cheek. She blinked, and in the next heartbeat, his lips found hers. The kiss was soft at first, almost hesitant, but quickly deepened as her hands moved instinctively to his hair. His fingers gripped her waist, pulling her closer as he savoured the sweetness of her lips.

I had skillfully concealed my under-eye circles with a subtle application of makeup. The sun was once again sinking into the horizon as I stood by the shore, my usual place of solace. The wind gently swayed the hem of my dress as he approached, holding a beautiful bouquet in hand, ready to offer his customary romantic apology. As he reached me, I cut short whatever fancy apologies he had prepared. "Zach, this isn't just about flowers or roses. I need you to acknowledge that you've deceived me once again," I stated firmly, halting his words. He stood silently, waiting for me to continue.

A smile blossomed across her face as she imagined it. How amazing would that be? Aimee brought the wrist with the red string to her lips, her eyes lost in thought as she imagined going on a date with Jayden. Somewhere that wasn't the school grounds. Somewhere different. Somewhere that would be just the two of them, where even if people surrounded them, they would only see each other. "Oh God," she whispered, covering her flushed face with both hands. Her heart pounded so loudly in her chest that she could hear every beat.

The novel should be submitted after a month, and failure to do so will gain a failure mark. Genre is Ansgty Romance [It's R18+] Here's the plot: The Heroine is an amateur model and an aspiring writer who works at a famous fashion design company. The Heroine suddenly bumps into the company's CEO in an accidental encounter where the Heroine accidentally touches her boss shaft in a party where many people are gathered. That embarrassing moment made the Heroine want to kill herself from embarrassment, but she didn't. So instead, that embarrassing scene spreads to her co-models, who are jealous because she touches the untouchable that many ladies wanted.

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Or maybe he'd suddenly realised that accepting a marriage proposal from a stranger didn't exactly speak of a sane mind. But he'd started it first. Too late for regrets, buster. I stood up and offered my hand to him, smirking at his questioning gaze. “Come on now. Like all deals we need to shake hands. You're well enough to do that aren't you Roman?” I emphasized his first name challengingly. It sounded ironic coming from me, given how I'd refused his hand in my bedroom, but matters changed. Something flickered in his gaze that I couldn't understand, but then, his lips lifted into what I could only call a deep devastating smirk.

She heard Irene scream in excitement, "what the hell are you guys doing?" "Oh, oh," Tasha and Irene turned to face her, "This is so good, Elle!" Irene ran to her and hugged her, "This is awesome!" "what are you talking about?" She frowned. "The book, who said you can't write romance? This book is so good! I can't even explain it in words," Irene squealed. "You liked it?" Elle smiled at her. "I loved it!" "I didn't know you could write a romance novel," Tasha blinked in surprise. "Dude, it's like you've poured your heart out," Tasha couldn't believe her eyes.