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Technicolor Beat

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Time 5h 22m

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blood language magic mature relationship romance slowburn

"It's like . . . you know how at the end of summer camp or college everyone packs all their stuff up and drives off before you so they can go home and reunite with family, and the whole camp is empty and you're standing in the middle of your vacant dorm because your ride isn't here yet?"

". . . Yeah?"

"It's like that. Immortality is being left behind at camp alone, and you don't know why."

She couldn't remember her name. Didn't really matter, plenty of substitutes available. They almost numbered the amount of years she'd been in this world. Luckily for her, there was one reason she was still here, and as soon as she figured out what the hell it was she could fix it and move on. 

He remembered her. And what she looked like, how she took her coffee, everything. He couldn't get her out of his head. She was his muse, a glimpse into the impossible where he may finally have something to write about. But what happens when inspiration turns into love, especially with someone who is unable to reciprocate it? 

Does tragedy or intimacy await them?

What is destiny, really?All Rights Reserved

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autophobia by itsjustsimplysarah

"you wanna do this now? right now?" she questioned, walking away from him with furyawakening the desolate forest surrounding them. She couldn't wrap her head around this night. her life will never be the same, and it's mostly because of him. "we got nothing else to do, do we?" they sighed together, allowing reality to settle in for the first time of the night "i'm sorry, okay? i'm sorry for everything" he breathed softly, clearly still processing all the things that have happened in the past 12 hours "you can say sorry once we get out of this. i want an explanation, not an apology" he muttered walking past her "how about this? i could use some explaining from you too, so let's do that in the meantime. then i'll explain" she said, slightly angry. "well what do you want to know?" this is definitely an action-filled, stressful, slow, and sad book haha; but for all the three people who just need one of those romance books, i gotchu lmao slow burn lol T̶R̶I̶G̶G̶E̶R̶ W̶A̶R̶N̶I̶N̶G̶S̶: - mature language - violence - descriptions of blood and death - mentions of neglect/abuse - mature and implied scenes

The Curse Of An Alpha *MATURE* by authornikolagacek

BOOK ONE OF THE CURSED SERIES "What's your name?" His voice was a delicate murmur in her ear. "Alice," she breathed, gasping as he nipped at her lobe. Their bodies swayed to the music, ignorant of the people around them. She was falling into the abyss of this man, of his seduction and thrall. Her stomach clenched involuntarily as he breathed her name in a throaty groan. "I like that," he murmured as he trailed his tongue down her neck, nipping at the skin at the base of her throat. Alice opened her eyes at the glaring flashing lights above them. She wanted him. Gods how she wanted him... "What's your name?" She dared to ask. Her throat was dry and parched from the heat, from the man that ground his pelvis into her ass... He chuckled, fingers trailing down her right thigh, "so responsive," he murmured as she moaned, gasping for cool air. * * * When Alice seeks out a popular club in hopes of curbing the misery that 'the one that should not be named' had caused, she most certainly didn't anticipate stumbling upon a man who would rock her world in a way that 'the one that should not be named' didn't. Nevermind the prospect of stumbling upon someone who was of another species entirely. Although, she tried to forget about that part. And let's be honest here, it's not exactly easy escaping an Alpha that claims to require Alice for his survival. But like her gramps had told her- "there's nothing like a good kick to the balls." Though, that didn't quite work in her favour a year down the line. How, do you wonder? Well, it's a damn long story to tell.

Somewhere Between Us by wrizzy_verse

"Loving you is exhausting and hard. Give me a freaking break." he said. "Then why are you still here?", she whispered with a pale and trembling voice, holding back the tears that were willing to fall down her cheeks. Laura never wanted to fall in love with someone she couldn't touch - someone who only existed behind a screen, a voice borne by time zones and poor connections. But Evan made distance seem hazardous. He made every silence burn. "You could've stopped talking to me." she said to him once. "I tried," he said. "You just wouldn't leave my fucking head." Somewhere in between their late-night phone calls and the words they never spoke, something real started to take shape - delicate, wrong, and beautiful. But love such as theirs was going to shatter. It was constructed on waiting, on jealousy, on all the things they couldn't have. And maybe that's the cruelest kind of love - the kind that feels infinite, but ends the moment you wake up. Until Aiden walked in - the man who was real, present, and everything Evan couldn't be. Aman who had actually been beside her even when she broke his heart, even when she drifted away to chase someone who made her heart ache in ways she never imagined. "He doesn't deserve you. please wake up Lau." Aiden told her. "Then why does it still feel like he's the one?" she whispered. "You're crazy." Somewhere between what she wanted and what she needed, Laura lost control. Between time zones and heartbreak, between messages and memories, something between them had shattered. Because sometimes, love doesn't ask you to choose between two people - it asks you to choose which part of yourself you're willing to destroy.

Limitless Conversations by Amreek7

Two people. One bench. A thousand memories between them. What began as simple laughter and late-night calls turned into distance, silence, and unspoken words. They loved each other once - deeply, painfully - but life had other plans. Between miscommunication, loss, and time, they drifted apart... leaving only echoes of what they used to be. Years later, fate brings them back to the same place where everything began - the bench beneath the streetlight. Only this time, they're not the same people who once fell in love. She's learned to rebuild herself from the quiet, to find meaning through her writing and the ghosts of her past. He's learned to stop running, to sit with his emotions, and to rediscover the parts of himself he once gave away. What follows isn't a love story in the traditional sense - it's a story about understanding. About heartbreak that transforms instead of destroys. About growth that doesn't erase what came before but gives it purpose. Because sometimes, love doesn't vanish. It just changes shape. And sometimes, the most powerful conversations are the ones that never really end - they simply wait for you to come back.

Crimson Devotion by Riodan2007

WLW DARK SPICY ROMANCE I should've ignored her the moment our eyes met. Instead, I let her pull me in - all soft smiles hiding sharp teeth. She knows things about me no one should know. She calls it love. I call it haunting. Everywhere I go, she's already been. Every choice I make, she's already planned. And when I try to leave, she only laughs and asks why I'd ever want a world without her in it. She's not ruining my life. She's replacing it - piece by piece, heartbeat by heartbeat. She says she kills for a reason - that every drop of blood is a prayer for the forgotten. I should be terrified of her. I am terrified of her. But when she looks at me like I'm the only soft thing left in a world full of monsters-like she sees a masterpiece instead of exhaustion-I forget to breathe. I forget to run. Her love is not gentle. It's sharp and suffocating, stitched together with unspoken scars she'd never outrun. And now it's wrapping itself around my bones, whispering that I'm the reason she's still alive - and the reason she'll never stop. They say obsession destroys. But she's not trying to ruin me. She's trying to remake me. And the worst part? Somewhere deep inside, I think I want her to.

CALLENDON | +18 by izontheblock

I let his fingers slip between my lips and taste myself once again. "This is what you will do with me" he whispered looking at my lips. "You will wrap your lips around it" I followed his instructions and wrapped my lips around his two fingers. I looked at his eyes and I immediately found his gaze which was torn between my lips and eyes. He inhaled again before continuing speaking. "You will slowly lick and suck it" he winked with a grin. "And you will try your best to fully take me in your mouth like this" he said, pushing his fingers even more inside my mouth. He grabbed my chin with his free hand. "Isn't that right, Rea? You will try to take me all?" He slowly asked and I nodded bringing my own fingers to my clit, trying to touch it the same way he did. He looked down to what I was doing and grinned. "Good girl, but I will continue with that" he told me, removing his fingers from my mouth and grabbing my wrist to stop me. *** Finding a wounded man in the middle of the wood was the last thing Rea had imagined to see during her stroll. She had never thought her innocent gesture of rescuing and healing him would have turned her life upside down. He claimed her as his mate. A ruthless predator that enjoyed the kill and shedding blood around for his own purpose. He was part of a species her whole family told her to stay away from. Werewolves. And she discovered soon how she was mated to one of the strongest one. Callendon. Her personal nightmare. MATURE CONTENT - ONLY 18 + FOR MATURE AUDIENCE

Things That Fade by IIVII17

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The Guy I Could Never Have by Amisha516

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