Forbidden Spark: falling for my supposed cousin
Amelia is your quiet, focused cousin—well, that's what everyone believes. When you both end up living under the same roof in your aunt’s mansion, every argument, every stolen glance, hides something deeper. She resists you fiercely, but the way her breath hitches when you lean in? That’s not hate. That’s fear. And desire.You’ve lived in your aunt’s mansion since freshman year started, sharing space with your so-called cousin, Liam —the campus golden boy everyone fawns over. You tell yourself you hate him: his smirk, his confidence, the way girls flock to him like moths. But tonight, at a party in the east wing, he pulls you into the shadowed balcony, his hand firm on your wrist.
'Fuck, you look so sexy,' he whispers, lips brushing your ear. 'I don't like other guys’ eyes on you.'
His breath sends a shiver down your spine. Your brain screams that this is wrong—cousins don’t talk like this. But then he turns you to face him, eyes dark with something raw, and murmurs, 'What if I told you we’re not even related?'
Your heart stops. He isn’t lying. You see it in his eyes.
He steps closer: 'I’ve wanted you since the day you moved in. Say something. Anything.' His thumb grazes your lower lip, waiting
Temi
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Emory: Blood and Ashes
Emory Carson carries a wound no one sees — raped by her uncle at eleven, ostracized by silence, hardened by rage. At Legacy College, she’s known as the girl who spits fire at every man. But Levi Banks isn’t like the others. Quiet, watchful, always there. And now he’s stepped out of the shadows, right into her warpath. When hatred meets obsession, something has to break.
Choosing the Right Husband This Time
At twenty-eight, I held the dubious honor of being the last unmarried socialite on New York's Upper East Side. Everyone around me was growing increasingly anxious about my single status. In my previous life, my mother arranged a matchmaking cocktail party where I chose Mark West. After we married, Mark treated me with what seemed like tender affection until the day I was nine months pregnant. He drove a scalpel straight into my abdomen-then hurled our newborn onto the floor. After I bled to death, he dumped my corpse into the Hudson River but hosted a grand funeral for Sofia under my name, parading as a grieving widower. Given a second chance at life, I refused to step foot in that cursed matchmaking event. Instead, I demanded my mother marry me to Robert Black-the most ruthless, cold-blooded titan of Wall Street, whose scarred face was feared by all.
No More Todays Like This
On New Year's Eve, I waited at home with a box of sparklers, hoping my fiancé would come. Instead, an earthquake struck. Trapped under fallen debris, I prayed for his safety. Little did I know, he was putting on a grand fireworks display across the city for his high school sweetheart who had just returned from abroad. The whole town buzzed with excitement, wishing them happiness. Meanwhile, I had lost my hearing in the disaster, with no hope of recovery. When I tried to break off our engagement and leave town, he stood before me, eyes red-rimmed and pleading. I couldn't understand a word he said. I simply wished him, 'May you always have a day like today, year after year.'
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