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"You have no idea how badly I want to make love to you," he responds with a shake of his head. "I love you so much," he continues and my heart melts.
"I love you," I whisper back.
"Okay, I'm going to make love to you now, Angel. It will hurt a little, so let me know if it hurts too much," he says and leans down to kiss me. "I'll be gentle," he tells me.
Keeping his eyes locked on mine he shifts his hips forward slightly and enters inside of me. My mouth widens as he enters, and I feel a slight pinch. He was right, it does hurt, but it's not terrible.
"Christ! You're the sun!" he calls out. I watch his face crumble. He buries his face in my neck and then he's above me again, his hands on my cheeks again.
...
For 20 year old Alison Scott, love was never something she deemed herself worthy of.
Not until he came along.
With his tousled brown hair, lean muscular body and smile that ignited everything south of her body; he was unbearably attractive and intimidating to Alison. She thought he could never be interested in someone like her, until he was. Was living in the same household together with someone you want and need such a great idea?
As they embark on this journey together, Alison discovers her own desires as well as all the secrets Isaac keeps.
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Chapter 3
I woke up to the sound of mumbled voices and a soft grumbling sound coming from the kitchen next door. My alarm clock on the bedside table next to me read that it was only a little passed nine in the morning. I slowly untangled myself from my sheets and stretched myself out of the bed. I was only wearing an overly large dark grey t-shirt, that fell off my shoulders, and underwear to bed, so I quickly put on a pair of black tracksuit pants before leaving my room.
I walked out of the room and was almost blinded by the light coming in from the opened windows and quickly rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, before stepping into the kitchen.
Emmett and Burney were in the kitchen, Burney was at the stove while Emmett was busying himself with plates, mugs and cutlery.
"Good morning," Emmett said. "Would you like some coffee?"
"Yes, please!" I yawned.
He poured me a cup of coffee and handed it over to me.
"Two sugars?"
"Just how you like it," he responded almost immediately.
"You know, you're the best thing to happen to this world, nay the universe!" I exclaimed as I brought he mug to my lips to take a sip.
"I know," he laughed. "I can't believe you used the word 'nay'."
"Neither can I," I laughed.
"Hey, Ali!" Burney shouted over his shoulder. "Are you okay with a big breakfast this morning? I'm making, eggs, bacon, sausages, mushroom... just the works," he asked. My stomach grumbled in response.
"I will eat anything and everything!"
"I told you," Emmett said.
"I just wanted to confirm," Burney responded, with a shrug of his shoulders. He began flipping something in the pan.
"Did you need any help?" I asked.
"No, I'm all good. My mother's Jewish, so if she ever found out someone was helping me cook, she'd kill me," He said over his shoulder and I laughed. It wasn't until now that I realised, he was wearing a 'kiss the cook' apron. The sizzling of the stove grew louder as he placed bacon onto the stove.
"I'm surprised Zac isn't awake yet," Burney said, but just as he said it, a loud thud came from the back of the house, followed by the sound of running footsteps until Zac appeared in the kitchen.
"I smell bacon," Zac said, his eyes half closed as if he was still half asleep. He wore his white t-shirt and grey sweatpants. His brown hair stood up in all places on his head. God, he was really beautiful. I don't think I've ever classified a guy as beautiful before, but he was.
Emmett and Burney laughed.
"He's like a Rottweiler," Emmett laughed.
"Really? I saw him more as a German Sheppard," Burney added and the two of them laughed.
"Ha ha, very funny!" Zac responded. He walked further into the kitchen and went straight to Burney, cooking at the stove.
"I've got everything, Zac. Eggs, bacon, sausages, mushrooms, even pancakes," Burney listed again, making Zac's face light up.
"I fucking love you, Bernard Gad, like so fucking much!" Zac whined, wiping away fake tears.
"I know, I know!" Burney smiled and swatted Zac in the arm with his spatula when he picked a piece of bacon from the pan.
"Coffee," Emmett stated, handing Zac a mug.
"I fucking love you, Emmett Reid, I love you so fucking much!" he laughed again as he took the mug and took a sip. Emmett only stood there shaking his head with a small smile.
Zac turned to me next, his eyes travelled my body before stopping at my face, making me nervous. His smile from earlier almost disappeared when he looked at me. He noticeably swallowed, and his jaw was bouncing underneath his skin.
"Good morning, beautiful," he said and leaned on the marble island I sat at, leaning on his elbows, with his coffee raised to his mouth. I could feel my face heat up when he called me beautiful.
He smelt really good, like rain and mint mixed with the coffee in the room.
"How did you sleep?" A smile pinched up at one of his sides, revealing a dimple.
"Fine and how about you?" I asked. I tried to keep my tone light.
"Like a log," his smile grew wider. He looked directly into my eyes and it was only then that I realised his eyes were the strangest shade of blue, with grey intertwined. He was honestly the most beautiful guy I had ever seen, and it hurt me to think that he would never be interested in someone like me. I could feel my face and chest getting even hotter with every second passing of our unspoken staring contest, the heat rising from my neck.
"Ali, can you help with the plates please?" Emmett asked, causing me to break our eye contact.
"Of course." I hopped off of the stool and quickly grabbed as many plates and cutlery as I could and brought them to the table, grateful for the distraction.
"Does anyone want juice as well or a top up on coffee?" Emmett asked, bringing out some plates of food.
"Both please!" I said, after setting up the table.
"You can get the juice and I'll do your coffee."
I went to the fridge and got a bottle of orange juice out, but as soon as I closed the door to the fridge, Zac stood in front of me, almost too close.
He coughed in his throat. "I'll take the juice and you can get the cups."
I nodded, and quickly moved away from him to a cabinet I thought had the cups in it and collected four glasses.
"Alright everyone. Dig in," Burney said, finishing up on putting the plates full of food onto the table.
Emmett handed me my coffee and we all took our places at the table and dug in.
I was already on my second plate of food before Burney interrupted me.
"You weren't lying, Emmett," Burney laughed.
"What?" I said with my mouth full, looking between the two boys.
"I told him that you could eat," Emmett said with an apologetic smile.
"Piss off!" I laughed. "I love breakfast food."
"I told him that too," Emmett continued.
"So, Ali, what have you got on for today?" Zac asked, he was also finishing off his second plate.
"I don't know, I may need to get clothes ready for work tomorrow night, but I would like to start looking for a car..." I looked towards Emmett, hinting at something. He laughed.
"I will take you to look for a car and I'll even throw in a little Emmett help!" Emmett said, causing me to giggle.
"Thank you!"
"Have you guys got any plans for today?" I added, swallowing the last of my coffee. I looked between the guys for a response.
"I'm doing whatever you're doing!" Emmett said.
"I have to complete an assignment," Burney added, pouting his bottom lip out.
"I have work at 12," Zac said, sharing a look with Burney and they both pouted together.
"Where do you work?" I turned to Zac.
He looked at the two other boys before answering. "I work at a Pharmacy," he said, a matter of factly. He kept his head down, so his brown hair fell across his forehead.
"How long have you been working there?" I asked, finishing off the last on my plate.
"Two years now I think," he laughed, shrugging his shoulders.
I smiled a tight smile at him. He smiled back at me for a brief second before he looked away.
"So, what is for dinner tonight?" Zac looked between the three of us. "I strongly believe we should get pizza!"
"You're literally the only person that I know who can eat a massive meal, like this, and still wonder what is going to be for the next meals to come," Burney laughed.
"I'm a hungry person," He shrugged.
"Okay, Ali," Emmett said, getting up and collecting the plates. "Start getting ready and then we can head out in an hour to look at some cars, okay?"
"Okay," I responded almost immediately with a grin and after placing my own plate at the sink, I practically ran towards my bedroom.
After putting on a quick application of makeup and choosing loose fitting black balloon pants, a polka dot shirt and converse sneakers on, I was ready to go. I put my hair into a ponytail on the top of my head and quickly looked in the mirror before I left to ensure I looked okay before grabbing my handbag and leaving the room to meet Emmett at the front door.
Emmett and I went to a couple different used car lots nearby, one place in particular only sold monster trucks, which Emmett suggested I wouldn't look too bad driving. After we looked for cars, we ended up going shopping for a little, but we ended up coming home empty handed.
"All I'm saying is that, you have an ass built for a truck," Emmett laughed.
"That is so not funny," I tried to contain a smile, but I broke when he continued to laugh. I sat at the island in the kitchen that I've become so familiar with, while Emmett made us a cup of coffee. "I would look good in a monster truck," I smiled, then grabbed my cup of coffee from Emmett with a smile.
"Are you excited about work tomorrow?" He asked, as he took a seek next to me.
"Surprisingly, yes."
"What time do you start?"
"I start at six."
"And what time do you finish?"
"I finish at two in the morning."
"Just try not to wake me up, okay?"
I laughed. "Only if you make me breakfast in the morning!"
"I think you'll be the one who has to make breakfast for me," he laughed. "Seeing as you're already up."
"Do you want breakfast at three in the morning?" I challenged.
"No," he smiled with his coffee to his mouth.
"Then shut up," I laughed again. I was worried that with me moving in, Emmett and I would become different towards each other, like maybe he would resent me for interfering in his personal life, but from today, I see nothing has changed between our friendship from when we lived next door to now living together.
I finished the last of my drink.
"I need to shower," I said, walking to the sink to wash my cup. "Thank you for taking me today."
"Not a problem," Emmett said, picking up a discarded newspaper left on the bench. "There towels in the first door at the back of the corridor." Emmett pointed down the far corridor to my room.
I walked to my room and gathered my shower supplies and put them into the bathroom that Emmett and I shared before walking down to the corridor to grab a couple towels and went to have a shower.
The shower was large, much larger than what I was used to living back at home. I tipped my hair back under the water and drowned my thoughts.
I washed my hair thoroughly and shaved, planning a to-do-list for work tomorrow and letting all the tension of the move to be washed away. By the time I was done, the sun had set leaving the bathroom settling in a soft light. I used one towel to dry myself off and wrapped it around myself like a strapless dress and used another towel to dry my hair.
I poked my head put of the door.
"Emmett?" I called and after a second later I decided that he wasn't there anymore.
I grabbed one too many towels and decided to put them back into the closet. I padded down the hallway, feeling a couple droplets from my hair fall around me. I saw a faint light at the end of the hallway and realised it wasn't Emmett's room, but the room at the end of the back corridor. I continued walking until I was at Zac's bedroom, his door left half open.
I put the left-over towels in the closet and leaned out to take a peek into the room.
Zac lay in his bed, wearing only grey sweatpants low on his hips, his chest bare. My heart skipped a beat as my eyes ranked over him. He had black beats covering his ears a soft hum came from music playing, his eyes down casted to something in his hand. He was reading a book. He held the book with the back half curled to show only one page, his other hand rested behind his head. The faint light I saw was a bedside lamp and it painted a very nice glow against his caramel skin.
His room was similar to mine, only his bed faced the front of the house, but it was hard to focus on anything else in the room when Zac was there.
I took a step closer, to peer deeper into the room to see what book he was reading, but when I did the floor creaked and Zac's eyes snapped up from his book to inspect the sound, or maybe it was because I was basically halfway through his door now.
He put his book aside and got up from his bed.
I tried to stop my eyes from wandering from his stare, but my eyes quickly dragged his body up and down.
He stopped at his door and raised his hand to put against the door. His eyes quickly dragged down my body that was naked apart from the towel, and my hair was down, soaking my shoulders and the top of the towel. My heart felt as if it was in my throat, it was beating so hard. His eyes ranked up my body and stared into my eyes.
He slammed the door in my face, leaving me breathless.
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As festive lights glow and snow falls gently around them, Claire and Jack discover laughter, warmth, and the kind of connection they never thought they would feel again. Their children bond, their hearts open, and slowly, a friendship begins to grow into something far deeper.
But love after loss is never simple. Can Claire trust her heart again. Can Jack embrace the future instead of living in the past.
This Christmas, two families are given a second chance to heal, to hope, and to find themselves forever in each other's arms.
Christmas in Your Arms is a heartwarming holiday romance filled with tender moments, snowy nights, and the magic of love that feels like coming home.

8.7
Four years ago, I walked into liquid silver fire to drag the Alpha heir out of a burning wreck.
The silver melted the skin off my back, leaving me a topographic nightmare of scars, while my inner wolf went dormant to survive the pain.
I thought my sacrifice meant something.
But when Julian finally woke from his coma, he didn't look at me with love. He looked at my burns with pure disgust.
"Who let this broken Omega in here?" he sneered.
He pulled Estelle—the woman who had fled the scene without a scratch—into his arms.
"This," he declared, burying his face in her flawless neck, "is the scent of my savior. Not you. You smell like a chemical spill."
He treated me like a leper in my own pack. He let his sister slash my dress to expose my "ugly" back to dinner guests.
On the day he was forced to marry me for PR, he drove us to the altar with Estelle in the backseat.
When she faked a panic attack, claiming the wolfsbane I warned her about was "anxiety," Julian slammed on the brakes in the middle of a storm.
"Get out," he commanded, unlocking my door.
"Julian, we're ten minutes from the wedding."
"Estelle is dying! You selfish monster, get out!"
He kicked me out of the Rolls Royce, leaving me standing in the mud in my white silk gown.
As his taillights faded, I didn't cry. I closed my eyes and grabbed the frayed bond in my mind.
"I, Ember Tucker, reject you, Julian Copeland."
Snap.
He thought he was discarding a broken toy. He didn't realize he had just rejected the legendary White Wolf—and his only chance at survival.

8.8
I was the invisible failure of the Goff family, hiding my medical genius behind a report card full of Fs and a slumped posture. One rainy night, I found a man bleeding out in a dark alley behind the school gymnasium, a knife protruding from his gut.
To keep the police from digging into my secrets, I dragged the dying stranger to my bedroom and stitched him up using a hidden surgical kit. I thought I was being careful, but my cousin Cleora caught a glimpse of the blood and immediately alerted my fiancé's wealthy family.
By morning, my world collapsed as my future in-laws stormed the manor, throwing an annulment agreement at my feet. They called me a "loose woman" and "million-dollar trash," while my own housekeeper gleefully testified against me. At school, the word "SLUT" was spray-painted across my locker in jagged red letters, and the boy I was supposed to marry looked at me with nothing but cold revulsion.
I didn't understand why they were so eager to destroy me before even asking for the truth. I was the one who had spent years protecting this family's reputation, yet they were throwing me to the wolves over a single misunderstanding. I felt a surge of cold fury as I realized my loyalty had been met with nothing but betrayal.
Everything changed when the "dying" stranger finally walked down the stairs, shirtless and bandaged, revealing himself as Braylon Lancaster, the most powerful man in the city. He didn't just defend me; he froze my fiancé's entire family fortune with a single phone call.
As my in-laws fled in terror, a courier arrived with a five-carat pink diamond from the head of the city's most dangerous crime syndicate. The note read: "The debt is acknowledged." Suddenly, I wasn't just a failure anymore-I was the most sought-after woman in the underworld.

8.7
I was four months pregnant with the Alpha's heir, and I had given up everything for Michael.
I hid my identity as the daughter of the powerful Alpha Hayes, stripped away my inheritance, and poured my personal fortune into building his pack.
I thought we were the golden couple.
But one rainy night, Michael came home smelling of vanilla and deception.
Exhausted, his mental barriers slipped, and I heard his thoughts project through our Mind-Link to his mistress, Serena.
"She is just a vessel," his internal voice sneered.
"Once the pup is born, we take the child and reject her. I only need the Hayes money a little longer."
My world shattered. I wasn't his mate; I was a bank account with a pulse.
The cruelty escalated when a waiter tripped at dinner, sending boiling soup flying toward our table.
Michael didn't reach for me or his unborn child.
He lunged to shield Serena, leaving me to take the scalding liquid full force on my pregnant belly.
While I lay in the hospital with burns, he told the doctors to prioritize Serena's "shock" over my injuries.
He thought I was broken. He thought I was trapped.
He was wrong.
I bribed the nurse to write two words on my chart: "Spontaneous Abortion."
Then I froze every asset in the pack, signed the divorce papers, and vanished.
Michael wanted a future without me?
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9.0
My world shattered the moment my husband, Christian, chose the woman who killed our stillborn child over me.
He didn't just abandon me in my grief. He threatened to release our intimate videos unless I dropped all charges against her.
His cruelty escalated into a living nightmare. He pushed me down the stairs. He forced me to drink a cocktail he knew could kill me.
Then, completely blinded by his new lover' s lies, he had me kidnapped and taken to a remote estate.
Tied up and gagged, I watched as he took a whip to my back, believing I was just some nameless maid who had wronged his precious new woman.
He didn't even recognize his own wife.
In that moment, the man I loved was replaced by a monster. As I lay broken and bleeding, I made a vow. I would survive this. I would escape. And I would make him see the truth before I destroyed him completely.

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7.9
"I am not fully human, I am not fully wolf. And I am far from safe."
Ayla has always felt normal, but when a silver-eyed wolf tears through the forest, she discovers powers she can barely control. The wolf inside her hungers, whispers, and fights to take over, and the pack she calls home begin to fear her more than the rogue wolves outside. Ancient symbols begin to surface. Secrets her mother buried resurface.
Hunted by a shadowy predator known only as the Shadow Wolf, Ayla must master her instincts, uncover her origins, and survive a world that refuses to accept her. But every step toward control draws her closer to the dangerous truth: some forces are older, stronger, and deadlier than the pack itself and one of them wants her.