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Isabella Jones was a vision of unparalleled beauty. Her blonde hair cascaded down in soft waves, framing a face graced with delicate features.

Her almond-shaped, deep-blue eyes held an irresistible allure, as if they concealed far more than what met the eye. Her full, rosy lips wore a perpetual, knowing smile, one that added to her enigmatic charm.

Isabella’s porcelain skin was flawless, with a healthy, sun-kissed glow that accentuated her natural beauty. Her physique was nothing short of breathtaking.

Her figure, with its striking contrast between a generous bosom and well-defined hips, gave her an hourglass shape that was the embodiment of sensuality.

Her fashion sense was impeccable, always choosing outfits that highlighted her figure and sense of style.

Isabella’s wardrobe was filled with the latest trends, and she knew how to effortlessly carry herself with confidence in any ensemble, be it an elegant evening gown or casual, everyday attire.

Her charisma extended beyond her looks. Isabella possessed an intelligence that matched her beauty, making her a captivating conversationalist.

Her voice was soft and melodic, with a subtle undertone of sophistication that drew people in.

Yet, behind the external allure and undeniable charm, Isabella Jones was a woman of depth and complexity, harboring dreams, ambitions, and a life story that was far more intricate than her stunning appearance might suggest.

Finally, after 18 long years of waiting, it seemed that Isabella’s heart had found its match.

He possessed an undeniable charm, a tall and handsome figure, though the only perceived shortcoming was his humble family background.

Isabella’s friends often belittled him for this, but her love for him was unwavering, for love had the power to conquer even the greatest obstacles.

"How can this dark magician capture the heart of such an innocent young lady?" These intriguing words, whispered like a delicate petal falling from behind, took Isabella by surprise.

The young man was a master of words, always ready with the unexpected, and perhaps, this gift of eloquence was what had ignited a fiery love within her, just one month after they first met.

It was this very night that Isabella knew would be the most memorable of her life so far.

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The school day had come to a close, and the evening beckoned for these two young lovers.

"Alex, let’s go somewhere a bit more exciting," Isabella suggested with a glint of mischief in her eyes, and an unmistakable undercurrent of excitement.

"Oh? I have a hunch where this might lead. You’re quite the mystery, Isabel," our quick-witted protagonist responded, a knowing smile foreshadowing the adventures to come.

"Please, just this once, spare me your mind-reading skills. But even if you persist, I have confidence that you’ll be off the mark this time," Isabella declared with unwavering confidence.

Her new friend had a reputation for unraveling secrets, yet she believed this particular surprise would remain beyond his grasp.

"I hope so. I’d love to be pleasantly surprised later," our main character nodded in agreement, and they proceeded to carry out their plan.

They began by enjoying a meal before reaching a unique spot within the city, a place that held special significance for one of them.

It was a graveyard, and they found themselves standing before a particular tombstone bearing the inscription, "Mary Jones, beloved wife and loving mother."

"Mom, I’d like you to meet my first boyfriend, Alex," Isabella said with a touch of nervous excitement.

"Alex, this is my wonderful mother whom I hold so dearly even now," Isabella introduced the two with tears glistening on her beautiful face.

Her mother had always yearned to be the first to know when her daughter found love, but, unfortunately, she couldn’t witness this moment when her daughter blossomed into a young woman in love.

"Mrs. Jones, I applaud you for raising a remarkable daughter. Rest assured, I will cherish and take care of her from now on," our charismatic protagonist declared, producing a bouquet of magnificent flowers as if by magic, placing them with great care and arranging them to perfection.

"I’m not quite sure how you manage to store an entire flower shop in your back, but it’s impressive," Isabella teased, laughter mingling with the tears still in her eyes.

Our main character gently wiped away those tears with a tender gesture.

They remained there for a good 30 minutes, sharing and reliving their stories as though Isabella’s mother were still very much alive, listening intently.

While it was undoubtedly a poignant experience for our protagonist, Isabella seemed to find solace in her mother’s presence, always a source of comfort during her moments of joy and sorrow.

In death, her mother’s spirit felt remarkably close, never truly far away. freewёbnoνel.com

"Hmmm... You’ve truly caught me off guard, Isabel. I didn’t see that coming," our main character fibbed, his expression unwavering.

With his profound mastery of the dao, he could effortlessly peer countless trillions of years into the future with remarkable precision.

Yet, tonight, he had hoped for something more from his cherished beloved.

"I told you so," Isabella sounded proud of her accomplishment, relishing in what was likely her first triumph over our very own protagonist. However, she knew there was more to come tonight.

"I’m feeling exhausted. How about taking me to a more private place, somewhere we can unwind, my dear boyfriend?" Isabella requested with a mix of excitement and nervousness evident in her voice and demeanor.

A couple of hours later and the mixture of pain and pleasure serenaded the confines of a deluxe hotel room.

There were cries of passion and some begging involved but both participants lay satisfied in the end. Isabella was a tigress as she has already came a dozen times and yet she wanted more of our very own protagonist. One could never judge a book by its cover in any circumstance.

After that, the two lived happily ever after with a million more women included into the harem once the novel indeed. Clark enjoyed this one more than the previous 2 books that he had read.