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Romance stories where the love interest texts you back.

I Walked Out on My Biker, His Rival Was Waiting
You walked out on your biker with one bag. His rival offered you a room, no strings. Now both clubs think you're his.

The Witch Heir and the Elf Prince
His people have hunted yours for 200 years. Now a blood spell binds you to the elf prince: if he bleeds, so do you.