Adult Paranormal Romance Mga Nobela at Kwento

The wind’s howl is a lullaby. “So do you believe me now?” Alec asks. I lick my cracked lips. “What you did… it’s not normal.” The clouds part, and moonlight shines down on us. Alec’s eyes have turned hazel again, but I know I didn’t imagine the red. “I…” I can’t finish my thought. To say that I believe he’s a vampire would be like admitting I’m crazy. I shake my head. “Everything is just happening so fast. Coming here. The Selection. Alice. Heather. The… thing I can do.” My breath catches. “And it all started with my dad.”

I knew how bitter that pill was. Yet he chewed it thoughtfully, as if savoring something sweet, and swallowed without a grimace. That night marked the beginning of the strangeness. It was not until the third time that my figure materialized before his eyes that I understood: it was not me at all. It was a phantom conjured by Francis' mind. He was poring over documents in his study when he suddenly looked up toward the doorway. Slowly, a hazy silhouette began to take shape. My figure appeared, wearing a black blouse, my hair pulled into a high ponytail, smiling at him.

💕(Vampire Romance)💕 🌹🌹 Episode seven 🌹🌹 .. .. 💕 Alexa’s POV 💕 .. .. A shiver raked my body as I woke up and noticed that I was naked. But where’s the blanket and……….. My gaze landed on king Damien as he sat on a rocking chair, looking down at me with lust in his eyes. I gulped and tried looking elsewhere, suddenly feeling shy as his gaze pierced me.

They sat across from each other at the small table and Marisol folded her hands and looked at Danielle with the specific quality of attention that came from someone who had stopped being surprised by what people were capable of and had moved into something more like compassionate witnessing. "Tell me what you know," Danielle said. "All of it. Everything you know about the pool and the ritual and what comes back. I need the complete truth." "I told you the complete truth the first time," Marisol said. "You told me enough to warn me," Danielle said. "I need more than a warning now. I need specifics." Marisol looked at her hands. "The pool is older than this pack," she said. "Older than the ter

Their hollow eyes made my skin crawl. "Exchange your vows." The ghost bride slowly lowered her head toward me. In that instant, a small piece of skull slipped loose from the side of her forehead and fell. Right then, I heard the system notification: [Ding! Congratulations on successfully selecting your target: Ximena Ferguson.] [Target has gifted you a blood-red formal suit. It has been added to your inventory. Bonus reward: one universal glue.] [Please remove the nail from Ximena's head and use the universal glue to repair her skull to increase intimacy.]

It suddenly felt like even breathing had become a mistake. My fingers tightened slightly around my bag as I tried to settle my eyes in a particular angle. Then suddenly, the man leaned forward just slightly. He pressed his cigarette into the ashtray to put it out, took a slow sip of wine, and then said to me, “Come closer.” I hesitated for a while. But then, images of April suddenly flashed in my mind again—weak, fragile, fighting for life in a hospital bed that was slowly draining what little time I had left.

"Keep an eye on Emma. Something's definitely going to happen to Amelia Fernandez’s husband's wheelchair tonight. "For five million dollars, people would tear each other apart." Summer holstered her gun. "Don't play with fire." "See yourself out." The morgue fell silent again. As I leaned against the wall, my phone vibrated. It was a text message from an unknown number. [10 p.m. tomorrow. Southside Junkyard for a private job. Name your price.] I replied with two words. [Cash upfront.] The wind was cutting through like a knife the following night.

Aurelis asked. “I don’t. Sadly, my husband and I never had children. As far as finding you a man...” Her gaze roamed over Dani’s face, searching for something. “I can help you find a mate if that’s what you would like.” Dani shook her head and laughed. “I was kidding.” Aurelis’ eyes widened. “No, she can help you. She has a matchmaking business. The Paranormal Dating Agency. They’re shifters. Hot shifters.”

Rubbing his nose on hers, their breathing collided, hot and filled with intense feeling. “I’m Alaro, the king of the underworld. I am not human, Elara, I am part of the undead, and here is not my place which is why I couldn't show myself to you all this time because of the restriction between the living and the undead.” Slowly explaining to her, his eyes narrowed and he could hear her strong heart beat. He didn't know if its was fear, excitement or other emotions, but he want to tell the little human he had coincidentally encountered and fallen deeply for everything about him.

That’s what should have crossed my mind when I woke up to him between my legs, but that’s not what happened. I read dark romance all the time. Zero triggers. I can read somnophilia, but going through it? Waking up from it? I didn’t think I’d be able to do it without being dragged into the hell that is my past. I never thought I’d ever be okay with being woken up with physical touch, or anything close to sexual.