Golden Queen's Books
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Alpha Mikhail
What you do to me means nothing to you... But to me, your touch burns-it hurts, Mikhail! Because it makes this damned heart beat for you, despite everything... In just a month and a few days, this tour will be over, and we'll go our separate ways. You'll return to your steady life, to the woman who has always been there... And I? I'll return with a hollow void in my chest, a gaping wound in my heart that aches as if I were cursed. Who will pay the price in the end, Mikhail? Huh?~ --- The Kitchen – Midnight We moved in silence until we reached the kitchen. I was placing the cup in the sink when I suddenly felt strong arms wrap around my waist, pulling me into a firm embrace from behind... "Mikhail!" My breath hitched, my throat tightening with heat. Damn it, what is he doing?! "Shhh... just stay like this for a moment, Celine... please." He murmured, his voice low, laced with something unsettling-something close to madness. I felt his chin rest atop my head, his warm breath seeping through my hair. "Mikhail, what are you doing?" My voice trembled, heat flooding my senses, leaving me lightheaded. My stomach clenched painfully, as if I had been struck with a sudden, incurable illness. "Let me see it, Celine..." he whispered, lowering his head until his ragged breaths brushed against my bare shoulder, striking a nerve so deep it sent a shiver down my spine. "Mikhail..." I breathed his name as if it were air itself, my eyes shutting involuntarily. Every wall I had built around myself crumbled, without resistance. "Don't say my name like that, Celine..." His voice quivered, just as mine had-like we were drowning in the same storm. But... why?! Why is he doing this to me?! He has an entire life waiting for him... He already has a woman. A complete woman, steady in his world-unwavering, unbreakable. She's beautiful, tall, with a flawless body, as if she were sculpted to be perfect. She is everything. Everything I can never be. So why, then... is he toying with me?!
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Mated to the Possessive Alpha Brothers
Liana stood torn, hidden amidst a whirlwind of conflicting emotions surging within her. Her body trembled under Aiden's sensual touch, every cell in her igniting. He approached her with confident steps, his piercing gaze tracing the quiver of her lips and the blush blooming on her cheeks. In a low, gravelly whisper, he murmured, "Does my brother make you feel this way? Does he awaken this fire in you?" Liana hummed, unable to form a coherent word. She was fully aware of the sin lurking in her response, yet she couldn't resist those hands that seemed to summon the deepest parts of her. "Aiden... we shouldn't... we mustn't!" she whispered, her trembling hands pressing against his chest, caught in the balance between desire and fear. A glint sparked in his eyes, as though savoring her struggle to resist, only to surrender. He drew closer until his warm breath brushed her skin. Her fingers curled around his shirt, holding him in place, unwilling to let him retreat. He chuckled softly and murmured, "You're greedy, my beautiful one. This passion... doesn't it make you crave more?" Words lodged in her throat, and all she could do was let her head rest against his shoulder, drowning in the euphoria of the moment. He leaned in, brushing his lips against her neck before pressing a searing kiss to her skin. Then, with a deliberate yet gentle bite, he marked her, as if declaring her his. But just as passion reached its peak, an angry voice shattered the silence of the room. "Aiden! Step away from her!" Aaron's voice, laden with fury and protectiveness, sliced through the intimacy like a blade. Aiden turned slowly, a smug smile curling on his lips. In a defiant tone, he murmured, "She's my mate too, you know."
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You Can't Run! My Beautiful Bride.
Suddenly, she stopped at a news channel. The anchor was speaking seriously about breaking news. "Max Holden, the millionaire and well-known businessman..." Before she could finish the sentence, Max's image appeared on the screen. Amelia froze in place, her eyes widening in disbelieving shock. "Max...?" she whispered, her heart pounding fiercely. She stared at the image more closely, and as the details became clearer, the shock intensified. "Charles..." she uttered the name with trembling lips. She couldn't control her trembling hands, and she almost dropped the pillow from her grasp. Charles, the man she had loved so deeply, was none other than Max Holden, the groom she had fled from on their wedding day. He was the man she had believed she knew well, but he had deceived her with a different guise.