Ace Romance Novels & Stories

I say, “This isn’t the story I pictured. But I’m standing here. With you. No regrets. I promise to stay honest, to try even when it’s hard, and to remember that beneath all this, you’re still human. I promise not to shut you out. And if we’re doing this… then I’ll do it with my eyes open. Babe, I love the way you love me. Your presence makes me safe in ways I'd never thought possible. Because I know, I know you'll always be there. For me. With me. I love you more than words can express” He turns to Damon. “Damon, do you take Aria to be your lawfully wedded wife? To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, in joy and in sorrow, for richer or poorer, and to love her for all your days?” Dam

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

In Argentina, the love between Emiliano Romero, and Maria De La Cruz, bloomed like the September equinox. They finished their weekend, full of energy, and many revolutionized hormones. She was in love with his intelligence, when they talked about medicine she loved to listen to him, she was impressed by so much knowledge. He was falling in love with the simplicity of her soul, her heart and her longing for history.

I asked him in pain since I knew what he did to annoy me. "If it was, I don't want you to think that I sleep with half the world, stupid girl." He spits, throwing me onto the stretcher, while he climbs on top of me, capturing my lips tightly. "You make me so angry." He said between kisses. while our lips collide and thunder like a sexy and attractive symphony.

The curly blonde-haired girl, on the other hand, was just confused as she sized me up with her eyes. My eyes were locked on the handsome Alpha prince, so sexy and domineering with his Alpha aura filling the air. He had that bad boy enticing appearance that most ladies would love and his dreamy hazel eyes cute, but right there, I knew he wasn't for me. His eyes were brimming with disgust and anger as they gawked at me even with my mate scent.

He yelled at her, he could feel the blood in his vein running so wild, his heart didn't stop racing. Bella raised an eyebrow, "Lies?" She inquired in a mockery tone, "The truth is standing right before your eyes and you are telling me this is all lies?" She asked him but she sounded more like a statement than a question. Dennis whose face was so pale that one could take him for.a ghost, he glanced at the paper with eyes red with tears. "This is not true, no way! This can't be true" he turned to look at Bella, "Cassandra can't be my aunt, she is my lover and the woman I want to spend eternity with, no way!" He yelled out with pain.

The car was silent for almost a minute before Anthony started to speak. “The fourth rule shall be; us displaying public affection but being ourselves in private.” “PDAs? Like what?” “Hugging, holding hands, and kissing.” I almost choked on my spit at the last thing he said. He wanted to actually do romantic things in public, with me. “K-kissing?” Anthony nodded with a look as if I was supposed to know about the rule. “We will need to do those things in public to deceive people. People on social media are smart, babe. They can sense bullshit from just posting one word. I said this before, Sandy. So, yes. The fourth rule will be; romance in public, friendship in private.”

She closed her eyes and rested her hands on his shoulder, breathing deeply. He took an arancini (golden rice ball) and rolled his tongue over it, spreading his saliva over it, as she stared at him puzzled, and then he put it in front of her lips and commented. "Mia amore, open your mouth" For a second she thought of not opening her mouth because she knew what he was going to do but then thinking about the consequences of disobeying him she opened her mouth. "Suck it and take a bite…" His lustful green eyes darkened watching her obeying him. He put that in her mouth and she rolled her tongue and took a bit of it then he put that leftover in his mouth looking straight into her eyes.

The young woman sitting by me stopped her game and watched me rant in astonishment. When I ran out of angry words, she clapped her hands in succession, and it echoed in the silence. "Well said, Princess, but I think someone lied to you, just like they lied to some of them over there," she said, pointing to a point in the room's corner. "Over there in the blue dress is Princess Kit of the Blue Brook Pack. She was given away as an alliance gift to the Lycan King and found herself as a slave here the very next day. Following her is Princess Yvette from the distant pack region of the werecats. She was told that she was to be matched with the Lycan Prince. She has not gotten over the deceit that

“It sounds… like it should be yours, only yours. ‘Mon amour.’ My love.” I blushed, my heart pounding in my chest. “You know I don’t speak French.” He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead. “Then I will teach you… one kiss at a time.” I laughed, a trembling, delicate sound. He pulled me into his arms, holding me so close I could feel the strength of his desire, the depth of his longing that he had never released. His fingers drifted over my skin, tracing patterns I had never known I knew. Every caress was a poem. Every caress was a confession.