A Lover's Quest Novels & Stories

He asked his turn "The sorcerers are currently following the magic traces left by the stones in California. But I think we shouldn't neglect the cursed lovers. They are a real threat to us if they discover we are here. Having experienced a fight against them, I know what they are capable of. Moreover, they now have a pack of wolves", he added, all worried "Nothing will hinder the return of our queen. Your cursed lovers, as you call them, are close to death. I have already sent someone to take care of them", Ross replied, full of confidence

“I only require one thing from you. A good act. My father’s not a stupid man. He will not be easily deceived.” “I don’t want to deceive anyone.” “That’s why we really will be lovers by the time we arrive. Intimacy, like sexual chemistry, is something that can be felt,” Christophe asserted with husky conviction. “The only deception will be the pretense of love between us and of course... my intention to marry you.” Lovers... Lara stiffened helplessly at the threat of what was yet to come. Arrive where? Why was he prepared to put on such an elaborate deception for his father’s benefit?

Agent Fuller shrugged, then nodded. “I take it you want her to start from the top?” Leah asked. “Yes, please.” Leah held up the notebook and pointed to her second question she’d written, and Shannon noticed that Fuller pulled out his own, much smaller notebook to record her answers, as well. Shannon closed her eyes briefly, then began to speak, walking them both through her date with Robert all the way through to its fiery conclusion. “You mean he’s…” Leah’s voice trailed off, her dark brown hair looking almost jet black now against her pale face. Then she realized Shannon was frowning at her and muttered “sorry” before presenting the statement in written form.

His eyes hold my gaze as he reaches where I am. My back hits the back of the car. Trapping me in place. “I told you to get in the car.” He says as he lifts his hand to check my face and runs his hand in my hair. I'm shocked his touch is gentle, and I'm not repelled by it. “Did you kill him?” I ask again, this time louder. His towering presence falls over me as he leans in slightly, tilting his head as his voice drops to ice. “Why?” he says, his eyes narrowing behind his glasses. “Is your little icey heart broken that I killed your lover?”

she whispered, her lips finding his again, the kiss deepening into something raw and electric. They lost themselves in each other, the dorm room a cocoon of rekindled passion. The jealousy that had sparked the night fueled a possessiveness that made every touch more intense, every glance more meaningful. Mira’s anger at Tyler faded, replaced by the overwhelming love she felt for Ethan—the boy who’d crossed the country to surprise her, who’d fought for her, who’d never stopped being her home. As they lay tangled together, the world outside faded, leaving only the promise of a new chapter, where temptation was conquered by devotion, and their love burned brighter than ever.

She beamed at me from across the room, her cheeks flushed with enthusiasm. I took a deep breath, rolling my eyes at the sudden festivity. Valentine’s Day, a day to be reminded that romance could be a fairy tale for others but a tired story for me. The dream’s ghost whispered at the back of my mind, and I shoved it aside with a sigh. Emma pointed at the poster plastered near the bulletin board. It featured two clocks perfectly synchronized, below the tagline: The Perfect Lover. "Isn't it romantic?" Emma gushed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “If I could, I wish... well, maybe someday I’ll find someone like that.” She looked wistful, as if picturing a romance pulled straight from the movi

On their wedding day, right as Elena Emerton and Kyle Fenton were about to exchange rings, a woman rushed Kyle with a knife. Elena moved on instinct, throwing herself in front of Kyle. The blade sank into her chest, and she crumpled into Kyle's arms. As the woman was dragged away, she screamed, "Kyle Fenton, we're not done! How dare you get married?" That was when Elena recognized her. Allison Smyth. Kyle's sworn enemy for the past six years. Before anyone could react, Allison broke free and held the knife to her throat. "Kyle, I'm tired. Let's end this." Kyle's eyes went wide. He dropped Elena and rushed to Allison, catching the blade with his bare hand. Elena hit the floor hard.

He looked down at the sobbing Luna with a cold, detached revulsion. "Love?" Romani’s voice was a low, mercurial thrum that made the broken glass on the floor rattle. "You call that grab the act of a lover? It was the act of a thief trying to reclaim stolen property. If he loved her, he would have bowed to the bond that chose her. If he loved her, he would have realized he was never worthy of even breathing the same air as a Lycan’s mate."

“Lover?” He turned to Lynorr who was still lost and in shock and he felt his heart shatter. “Lover, Lynorr?” But she kept mute. “Oops.” Iris chuckled. “I shouldn’t have said that, right? Queen of Rocheveron?” She leaned against the table and wiped the blood off her hand with a napkin. “How unlucky you are though, marrying a man so old and so dense and so incompetent, and all for what? The power? The fame? The position?” She scoffed. “Some king of Rocheveron he is.”