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Fated
*****Warning: this book contains mature content which may not be suitable for younger audience. Elena Lockser didn't know who she was until she encounters Aiden Crook. Aiden Crook never believes in a second chance at love until Elena walked through his office. As soon as we stepped into the living room, I breathed out deeply and gazed at him. "I meant, I want to go back to Renee, to my friend." I said. "You are not going anywhere." He stated calmly as if afraid he would lose his temper anytime soon. "You can't tell me to stay here. I don't know you. I don't know what you are. I don't know if I would be your next prey. Please just let me go in peace, please." I didn't realize I was crying until I tasted the saltiness of the tears. "Shut up, I don't want to lose my temper here." He pinched the bridge of his nose, before exhaling slowly. His broad shoulder moved with each breath he took. "Why are you detaining me here? Do you want to kill me? Who are you?" "So many questions in a sentence." He tutted. "Just tell me who you are and why are you keeping me here? I want to fucking know!" Aiden stared at me with uncertainty before stepping towards me. I scurried back, slamming into the door. He pushed me to it violently and I winced in pain at the force. His eyes flickered from the blue it was to a golden yellow and a fang appeared in place of his canine. I shrieked as he continued pressing his elbow in my neck. "This is me, sweetness and you are fated to be with me don't forget that. You are to be my Luna!"
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Yo te Sostuve, Tú Mirabas a Otra
RománticaElla se empeñó en poseer a alguien que no debía forzar; hasta el décimo año, Luisa Fiorado renunció por completo a complacer a Miguel Ortega. Había decorado la casa según sus propios gustos, con un lujo deslumbrante; había revisado una por una las facturas de los gastos familiares y se las había enviado por correo electrónico para repartirlas a partes iguales; incluso, tras mucho tiempo, había vuelto a discutir y pelear con otros, hasta el punto de que la policía tuvo que acudir a mediar. Cuando Miguel regresó a casa, ella aún estaba con las manos en la cintura, gritándose insultos con la vecina, con una voz tan potente que se oía en todo el pasillo. —Señora Natalia, el equipo de reformas que contraté trabaja de nueve a cinco, todo conforme a la normativa. Su hijo toca el violín todas las noches a las diez como si estuviera serrando madera. ¿Llamar a la policía es para entregarse por causar molestias? Natalia se enfureció hasta casi desmayarse. —¡Tú, tú retuerces los argumentos! Luisa no cedió ni un paso. —¡Yo me atengo a los hechos! Miguel arrugó la frente y avanzó, reprimiendo el desagrado en la voz. —Luisa, basta ya. Somos vecinos, muestra un poco de consideración y discúlpate con ella. Luisa por fin alzó la mirada hacia él. El hombre vestía una sencilla camisa blanca y pantalones negros, pero aun así no lograba ocultar la elegancia distante que le venía de haber sido impregnado desde siempre por la riqueza y el arte, tan fuera de lugar en medio de aquel caos.
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Sorry, but There's No Going Back
RomanceIn the second year of their marriage, Angelica Thornton finds out that she's just a walking blood bank for others. Her husband, Elliot Quigley, has personally fed her steroids, forcing her weight to rise all the way to 160 pounds. This is all just so she can keep providing blood to his older stepsister-slash-first love, Rosie Morris. He even tells Angelica, "Who on earth would be turned on when they see a fat bitch like you?" But Elliot also kneels before Rosie's bed in the middle of the night, looking like a kicked puppy. "Rosie, I've never slept with Angelica before. Please don't abandon me…" Since then, Angelica's heart has been sealed from love. She decides to get a divorce and vows to shed those pounds. A long time after that, Angelica stands on the stage, looking absolutely divine. Her figure is now slim, yet she has curves in all the right places. Elliot's eyes go bloodshot out of regret. He kneels before her on a rainy night, crying, "Angie, you're the one I've always loved!" Suddenly, a hand shoots out from behind Angelica to lay claim on her slender waist. A pair of eyes can be seen glaring at Elliot coldly. Elliot is stunned, to say the least. "U-Uncle Dominic?" … Dominic Lawson has been emotionally impaired since birth. He himself has an antisocial son named Skye Lawson. Weirdly enough, Skye loves clinging to Angelica the most. Dominic thinks that Skye needs a mother in his life. But in the end, he's the one who has succumbed to Angelica's charms. In the middle of the night, as Dominic pulls Angelica into his arms, he murmurs huskily, "Angie, teach me how to… love."
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Three Short Sticks: A Betrayal of Love
Urban RomanceEthan Cooper is the youngest director in Fernwick. He looks cold and distant all the time, and he's very decisive whenever he acts. Everyone knows him as a fair and just man who cannot tolerate the slightest wrongdoing. In order to stay by his side, Iris Whitman personally tears the admission letter to the prestigious Vantrel University during her senior high school year. Instead, she fills in the name of the law school Ethan is studying at. After graduating from university, Iris uses all of her connections just to join the FBI field office where Ethan works. In Iris' first year, the field office decides to distribute dangerous missions by having everyone draw lots for the very first time. There are two sticks, with one long and the other short. Whoever gets the short stick will have to take on the mission. Iris gets the short stick. So, Ethan dispatches her to infiltrate a cross-border human-trafficking organization as a spy. In Iris' fourth year, everyone has to draw lots again. With trembling fingers, Iris draws the short stick once again. Her mission is to arrest drug dealers overseas. In Iris' sixth year, the lot-drawing session greets her once again like an unshakable curse. As she stares at the familiar short stick lying in her palm, she lets out a chuckle all of a sudden. This time, Ethan intends to dispatch her to Averlain to investigate a major corruption case. Iris has drawn the short stick three times in six years. All she gets in return is countless scars on her body, the destruction of her family, as well as betrayal.
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