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Grace's eyes dart to the blood pen.
There are no rules against killing family members.
She snakes her hand onto the tome, fingers brushing against the cool metal—
Suddenly, her wrist is caught in a punishing grip that yanks her into her new husband. She’s pressed fully against Titus's front, his other arm clamped across her waist.
"You sure about that, sweetheart?"
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09 Jul 2026
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Emma Nolan is convinced Dr. Brendon Park hates her. Brendon is convinced Emma Nolan is the most irritating person he’s ever met. One rainstorm, one power outage, and one spectacularly bad decision later, Brendon insists he’s in love with her. Emma insists he’s confused—and now she has to survive working with the most stubborn orthopedic surgeon alive while he makes proving her wrong his newest favorite pastime.
A grumpy-sunshine, haters-to-lovers romance with every kitschy cliché you love.
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08 Jul 2026
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“So ditch him,” comes out of his mouth before any critical thinking takes place. He holds out his hand. “Have dinner with me.”
“What?” Emma’s eyes widen. “That’s okay, I’m—I can take the bus back home.”
It’s clear from her tone she thinks the offer is just because her date stood her up and he feels bad. A miscommunication that must be rectified as soon as possible. Brendon doesn’t like being misunderstood.
He lets himself look her over, take in her bare legs, her short dress, the way the straps drape over her collarbones. “Dressed like that? No you can’t.” Impatiently, he reasserts that she should take his hand.
“Really,” she pleads, eyes wide and shining with emotion, “just go home. I’m fine.”
“I know you are.” That’s not the point.
It gives her pause. Two little lines appear between her eyebrows, adorably furrowed in confusion. “I—you what?”
He softens. “I know you’re okay. I’m asking you to dinner because I want to take you to dinner.”
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04 Jul 2026
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“What, um,” she swallows and pushes her braid back over her shoulder with her other hand, “what are you doing?” Her voice wavers, and she hates that he might hear it. Hates that he might be able to read her mind—she’s never been good at hiding her emotions, they’re always painted plainly on her face.
“One, I need to hold onto something,” he explains, leaving no room for questions, “and two, I don’t want you to jump away from me while you help.”
“Help?” Emma slowly raises her eyes to meet his.
“Yes, help,” he says flatly, blue eyes boring into hers so intensely she’s sure he can tell what she’s thinking. “I can’t suture with one hand. I need you to be the other one.”
“I–I’m not sure I’m the best person for this,” she glances over her shoulder, looking to signal Donnie or someone who’s actually good at sutures. Her brain scrambles for an out, something to ground herself, to slow this down. “I’ve barely been here a month and—”
“And I’ve been doing this for twenty years, so you’ll be safe with me.”
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04 Jul 2026
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"I—I left my—" she mewls, "—injections at home. I—forgot because I was in su—a hurry—"
He hums, scraping a gaze down her squirming body. Puzzle pieces click together in her frenzy.
Right. He didn't know she was an Omega.
(or, an unexpected heat fic)
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02 Jul 2026