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To those finding true love: true love,is always understanding,it patient,it stays,it shares your pains and joy And in the last line of the book, she wrote: Love, the kind that stays, isn’t loud. It’s steady. It lingers. Like a whisper at the edge of sleep. Like hope. Like home. it every thing that will ever complete you THE END Dear Readers, please drop Your comment for the review of this book.... and get ready for my next book.. thank you!!!

“Even when she didn’t know how they’d fit together.” James nodded. “That’s what love does. It holds on.” Skye – POV I went back to the bookstore a week later. Not to talk. Just to sit. Ava brought me tea. We didn’t say much. We didn’t need to. Some silences don’t hurt. Some silences heal. Before I left, she handed me a small notebook. “I started writing again,” she said. “Because of you.” I opened the first page. “Once upon a time, I thought silence was safety. But then she found me, and I learned that sometimes, the loudest love is the one that arrives quietly — like the turn of a page.”

Diane The suite is too silent. A cathedral silence, heavy, where every sound from the city below seems muffled by the thick silk curtains and deep carpets. I remain standing before the picture window, my palms still pressed against the cold glass, until the heat of my skin leaves two fleeting halos of mist. Time stretches, elastic. I could stay like this for an eternity, a statue of satin and diamonds in its jewel box. But I know this is only a respite. Waiting is part of the ritual.

For over three years, I hadn’t been up close to a man, and this simple move stirred emotions I thought had gone numb. I tried to speak, but the words tangled in my throat, escaping in an awkward stutter. My voice seemed to tremble, lost in the depth of his gaze. His eyes were so captivating, drawing me in, that I couldn’t look away even if I tried. My heart was pounding so intensely in my chest that I thought for a moment it might break free from my ribs. It felt as if every beat echoed in the silence between us, loud and relentless.

The observation hung between them, raw and unspoken. Clarisse plucked a slim volume from the shelf—Sappho’s fragments, its cover worn soft by time. "My favorite," she said, tracing the spine with that finger. "She wrote about love in broken pieces. Like us." She didn’t look at Amara, but her words landed like stones in still water. Like us. Amara reached for a book on her own—Machiavelli’s The Prince, the Italian edition she’d read on the jet. Her fingers brushed the scar on her wrist as she opened it, the silver line catching the dim light.

He just shut the door behind him and began gesturing into the room, his eyes dragging across every inch of her body. Isadora’s body quivered from within, the look in his eyes stirring up something rough and dangerous within her. But she shut it out. Because… she couldn’t be dripping or desiring him again, like he and his brother didn’t fucking ruin her body like she was theirs to greedily ravish. “So, you are into stuff like this?” Damian asked, raising the book that she was reading. It was a dark romance, and the title was enough introduction about what the book contained.

Damn… I couldn’t help but feel a little excited and nervous all in one go but ohh goodness help me! “Um Yea sure, you can hang for a bit if you want." I opened the door wider and moved for him to come in, then shut it and locked it behind us. I sat back on my bed and grabbed my book as he sat beside me "what you reading then?" "well… it’s actually a book full of romantic love letters and poetry that lovers would send to each other during the war but the way they speak to each other, the love and feelings that are put into each letter, It’s amazing, like no matter how far away they are or how long they have to stay away... it’s like they know that no matter what, their love will bring them b

He was Moody for some reason. Ever since that night, the atmosphere between them had gotten a little ambiguous and Adeline was so sure she was attracted to the man before her. He pulled her into the room and onto the wall next to the door, Williams brought his face dangerously close to her as he nuzzled her chin. He leaned over and whispered hoarsely, "I know what you're doing, but you shouldn't play with fire or you'll get yourself burnt." Adeline's eyes were closed and her breathing was a little bit unstable when he suddenly pushed her away. She felt ashamed for no reason, why did she close her eyes, was she expecting a kiss? She calmed herself and followed behind him.

Four updates in one day!🌝🌝 Ooh! Enjoy... And thank you all for reading Love and Secrets. ❤️ "Woah! Dude." Zaire yelled holding Quinnel's hand back and he only glared at him. "Leave me the fuck alone." He spat before he jerked his hand off and turned his face back to the guy under him. Everyone kept yelling for Quinnel to stop but he wasn't having it. Mountains by Tatiana Manaois started playing in the background and I swear it was like the worst timing ever.

Eyes lock across a crowded room, or someone is doing dishes and their partner sneaks up to give them a hug and nibble on their ear. Romance is more than just bedroom mechanics. It’s all the moments leading up to and the moments after. Many romance books have no sex scenes at all, everything is fade to black or behind closed doors. Just like that for them, their small, sweet moments where everything in their relationship which were making their relation more stronger and bringing them closer at moments of life. "I want to say something to you" She said to him, still standing in her position.