Elaine Danielle, Men themselves had tried to figure out her inner mystery. She wasn't just unique she was very different in a way that attracted men not only for her beauty but for her soul.
She was a beauteous creature, yes, she did not deny it. But her curiosity has always troubled her. And in return of her inner undiscovered mystery comes a bigger one, perhaps, and only perhaps she wasn't quite ready for and didn't ever expect.
Rowan Roosevelt, Rowan wasn't just a typical arrogant Bad Boy. He wasn't just hot, he was quite mysterious and a male model adored by the fairer sex for his Teutonic-raven hair.
He wasn't a gangleader, neither was he the head Mafia. He was something-something much different, very unusual, if not singular for a Cliché Love Novel.
He was born wicked and Sinful, He had it in his attitude, in his habits and in every glint of motion he committed.
He was cold and mean, Not to mention extremely rude and High-handed, But somehow patient despite his Dom ways.
He wasn't a player either, Sure he had girls all over him but he didn't give it much attention. He most certainly lacked humor, for all He rarely smirked. He simply doesn't have a past to be bad. He's just Bad. Period.
"Why don't you back off?" I exclaimed bewildered, with a slight glare in my eyes.
"Oh, Elaine. Haven't you learned yet? I Am the fiend himself. Do you think I will ever back off before I get the answer I'd like to hear?"
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"I cannot let you burn me up, nor can I resist you. No mere human can stand in a fire and not be consumed."