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"This wench got plastic surgery to look like me and snuck into my boyfriend's villa, trying to get into his bed. I caught her in the act. We have to teach her a lesson! She even made a mess of the villa, painting all these flowers. Perhaps she was hoping my man would praise her art. But she'll be the one paying for the cleaning! Don't you know my man hates sunflowers? He even got angry once when I wore a sunflower hairpin. And you? You filled the whole yard with them!" Hearing this, the lackeys got excited, like they were on some kind of adrenaline rush, and started tearing the sunflowers apart. I went crazy, struggling to stop them. "No! Don't touch my flowers!" Darcy kicked me back to the

When we reach the parking lot, I open the door and she shoots me a glare before lifting her gown and stepping in, her aura still brimming with anger. _ _ _ ~ ANASTATIA ~ A baby machine. The thought still clouds my senses. Nothing but a baby machine. Oh, joy! The purpose of marriage is clearly just about reproduction, because who needs love, respect, or mutual understanding? - everything Damien lacks - And, of course, I'm absolutely thrilled to be married to Damien, the love of my life. I mean, who wouldn't adore a guy who's basically a modern-day dictator with a penchant for manipulation?

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I crawled into the bed and straddled him. Our eyes locked and I felt my body heating up as I leaned down and captured his lips in mine. I started to roam my hands over his body and I could feel the desperation to feel his body against mine building up. He bit my lower lip and I moaned as his tongue engaged in a passionate dance with mine. I started to unbutton his shirt and I could feel his body tense. I pulled back and stared at him. “What’s wrong?” I whispered and Xabier gave a small awkward smile.

I blurted with an eye roll. “Plus, I was bullied. I should be getting an apology from the girl that hates me but you want to ground me? So much for parenting.” I raised my hands in the air in absurdity. And before Anna could say a word, Arden walked into the room. His presence filled the entire room, I didn't know if it was the Alpha aura but there was something so filling about him. It was getting in my nostrils and it felt good yet when I look at him all I see was the face of a murderer and the man I so desperately want to kill.

How disgusting. Waiting for Marissa to make dinner, I read a romance novel from my favorite author in my room. Spread across the bed on my stomach, I start to fantasize that the characters in my book are Dean and I and we are in the middle of passionate love making. Overheating and wetting myself, I get off the bed and strip.

I said then I felt Lucas shifted, then a sigh of amusement followed. "I thought I asked Daphne to contact someone to fix it," he wondered. Then I turned my head to the side to meet his eyes. I didn't want to admit it. That Lucas and I were comfortable like this. Me on a robe using his thigh as my pillow, and him looking serene for the first time since I met him. The calmness was scary. I've never been this calm, this...intimate. It scared me to my core. Usually for me, good things come to an end and are followed by something horrible. Which was why I refused to think that me and Lucas are okay. We might not wish the other's death right now but at the end of the day, Lucas will be loyal to hi

My hands went around his waist as I hugged him from behind, kissing the patch of skin behind his left ear. “I see walking isn’t a priority now.” Lux chuckled. “I can’t wait to marry you again.” “Me too.” “Really?” “I am looking forward to the first night after all.” I smirked and Lux gasped as I groped his ass cheeks. “Crocell!” (Author's note: Hi. Hello, how are you? It's the first time I'm greeting any reader that may come across this work of mine and I am glad that you sticked with this book despite how novice I am. I hope you guys are enjoying. Leave a comment or a review if you can uwu)

’ on the front of the envelope, I could tell that this was truly written by Eros. ‘Dear Xy, if you receive this note then something big has happened. I know you have so many questions but I can assure you that not all of them have good answers and not all of them are worth the trouble. So please, give up. There are dangerous things out in the world and I am not just talking about the Night Walkers or the Erebus. And if by some chance you find a book titled ‘Book of the Damned’, do NOT touch it or even attempt to open it. There’s a reason why I took that key. Trust me. Yours, Eros.’ “I certainly hope that letter does not piss you off or anything that might result in you breaking another perso

Viktor looked at Nyra. “You still choose difficult company.” “Still breathing too confidently,” she replied. He laughed softly. “Straight to hostility. I missed that.” Sebastian took one step forward. “Why here?” Viktor’s expression shifted. “Because places like this remind people what they pretend to believe in.” His gaze sharpened. “And because grief sounds louder in abandoned rooms.” Sebastian’s hand tightened. “You brought my wife into this twice now.” “I brought memory. You supplied pain.” Nyra saw it happen before Sebastian moved—the precise second restraint broke.