Action Romance Novels & Stories

it felt so new to you since it's Genesis the man I love and I never had sex with him. you looked into his eyes. you were turned on by his face; the raised eyebrow, the seductive eyes, the little smirk plastered on his face. oh goodness. I thought that I already moved on but I was wrong. All this time I'm still in love with him. you didn't realize that he loosened your red lace brassiere. your breath hitched, he was that damn fast. you let your straps fall to your shoulder as he slowly removes the cloth from your chest.

Daniel said in his apologetic tone. Ara smiled at what his boyfriend said. "I know, I understand everything," she replied bowing then kissed him on the lips. "Thank you for understanding, sweetheart. You don't know how happy I am to be with you now. You will be staying here in this room for a while, after our wedding you'll move to my room," the young man said quickly. Ara's face turned red. "Oh, why is your face blushing?" he asked in amusement after noticing the intense redness of her face.

" What am I going to do now? should I apologise or what?" " Yes you should and make it romantic" Mr DiCaprio "Michael does the gym offer still open?"

I thought he felt this connection too. "Is that what you think of me?" I type, my tone barely above a whisper. "That I'd be with you just because of the bond?" The dots appear, and I wait, feeling like I'm on the edge of a cliff. " I think the bond’s a crapshoot, Shawn. And I won’t gamble with my heart. Or yours. " " One week, Shawn. I’ll give you one week. If you don’t come to the pack, I’ll reject the bond. Either way, it ends. "

#LoveSexRomance A/N: All my stories are not "EDITED VERSION" yet, so there are a lot of mistakes and typos like grammar and everything that is wrong when you read it...please be patient hehehe ty.

Enchanted Synopsis: Enchanted, to fill with great delight or charm. As soon as Tatiana Rivers set eyes on Damien Romano, she was head over heels for her Knight in the navy blue Armani. Tall, fair and handsome, with a dash of wickedness, seemed like the perfect recipe for a fairy tale. The only problem, he’d her best friend’s husband’s older brother. But Damien Romano isn’t interested in love, not after a past experience had left him burned and scarred for life. Although he’s attracted to his sister-in-law’s best friend, he doesn’t think he can fall in love ever again. So he agrees to only be Tatiana’s friend with benefits for the duration of two weeks while their gang goes on their honeymoon

I pulled him toward me and crashed my mouth against his. It wasn't a soft kiss. It wasn't a movie kiss. It was messy, desperate, and full of all the anger and confusion we had been carrying since the day we became roommates. It tasted like salt and heat. It felt like a fight. Jax made a low sound in his throat: half a groan, half a growl and slammed me back against the tiled wall. The cold tile hit my back, but I didn't care because his body was warm, pressing against me, pinning me there. His hands moved from my arms to my waist, gripping me so hard I knew there would be marks tomorrow.

"That’s a given." His mouth descends on mine again, but this kiss is different. It’s not an apology anymore. It’s a claiming. His hands move from my waist, sliding up my sides, leaving a trail of heat through the thin fabric of my shirt. His fingers find the hem and tug it upward. I lift my arms, letting him pull it over my head and toss it aside. The cool cabin air whispers over my skin, raising goosebumps, but his gaze is like a physical flame.

His gaze held a mixture of gratitude and something deeper, a sentiment he seldom revealed. As she continued to dress his wounds, the room seemed to shrink, narrowing down to the unspoken connection between them. Raina, in your writing, delves into the complexities of their romance. The physical act of dressing wounds serves as a metaphor for the healing they find in each other amid the chaos of their lives. Let the readers feel the emotional nuances, the uncharted territory of love in the shadows.

Bisola, sitting by her neatly arranged corner of the room, sipped from her coffee mug and said with a small smile, “You’ll get used to it. They argue every day, but five minutes later they’re sharing biscuits. “That’s true,” Bisola said. “Fighting and food — their love language.” Felicity smiled. The room felt alive in a way she hadn’t expected. And oddly enough she didn’t seem to mind it. After classes had ended for the day, they all ended up sprawled across their bunks, Mope lay face down on her bed, groaning dramatically. “If I ever see that lecturer again, I’ll scream.” “You said that yesterday,”” Bisola said, tossing her a pillow.