Affair Romance Novels & Stories

Before I knew it, we were making out in the coat check room, our hands roaming each other's bodies with desperate hunger. That night marked the beginning of our affair. We couldn't keep our hands off each other, sneaking away to stolen moments of passion whenever we could. My husband was oblivious, lost in his own world, while Lisa confided in me about her crumbling marriage. I felt guilty, but the excitement of the forbidden was intoxicating.

I whispered. She rolled her eyes instantly. Cindy had never liked my marriage to Romano. She believed I had been exploited, and as a reporter, Romano disliked her just as much, he thought her profession was filthy. “Yes, you had an affair. Big deal. Don’t forget your husband has plenty of his own,” she said bluntly. “I’m sure he won’t mind if someone else gets a turn.” “You really think so?” I asked, uncertain. “I know so. He won’t murder you for sleeping with a stranger—especially one who clearly knew what he was doing,” Cindy teased.

“That’s such a smart idea; girls like Sam will be dying to read such.” Of course it was a smart idea; it was from a smart brain. “Today must be my unlucky day,” we heard a girl say and turned to find the upcoming actress who was brave enough to have an affair with my husband (Olivia) and the girl who was rumored to be engaged to Liam, Jasmine. What were they doing together?

His affections, it turned out, had wandered far from the confines of his home. Maite, Aaron’s ex-girlfriend, a woman with a fiery spirit and a penchant for luxury, had become the object of his clandestine affections. Their meetings were a carefully orchestrated ballet of deception, a series of stolen moments in quiet cafes and secluded hotels, carefully masked by a veneer of respectability.

Even though their relationship was confidential and prohibited, she never thought even once of regretting having an affair with a married person. "Our third monthsary is coming up. How about we go out of town so you can loosen up for once? Let's go to the beach, what do you think?" Romana asked Vincent. Suddenly, his mood changed. He intertwined their palms together and then pulled her towards the couch furthermore he made her to sit in his lap pursued by hugging her around her waist. "I want to but there was no one to watch over Laila. There are many dummies today whose minds are filled with evilness."

I was Clara Huntington, the daughter of a Senator, the fiancé of a rising political star, and currently, the loneliest woman in the state. My sex life with Julian was a polite tragedy. He approached intimacy like a diplomatic briefing—efficient, sterile, and over in barely fifteen minutes. He fucked like a saint, always asking for permission and never venturing below the neck with his mouth. I didn't love him; I was just a pawn in a game of chess between our fathers to merge two dynastic political machines. But after enduring his soft love-making sessions, the saintly routine had pushed me to the edge. I needed something that vibrated, something that shocked, and something that didn't care a

I say. I am not going to admit to having an affair with Damon, although sleeping with him does not mean that I am having an affair. It is just a sexual thing between us. An affair is when people have feelings for each other or are more than just bed buddies. I believe an affair is where there is a lot of emotion involved, and I am protecting my heart. In my eyes, we are only having sex and not an affair. Well, some people might see it as an affair, but I don't. My interpretation of an affair is much different than most people's, I believe. Besides, to have an affair, you have to be married or something. That is what I believe. Sienna and Mike had an affair because Mike was married. I am hav

The maids reassured me with a smile, as they said that it’s gonna be okay. After hours of exhausting training, Damien and his parents entered the training grounds; and the very first thing that caught their eye was the sight of me pulling the gun’s trigger, and ended up shooting next to the bull’s eye. They looked at me with amusement, and soon after, Damien walked closer to me with a proud look on his face. “Not bad,” he smirked. I looked back at him, as I smiled. Damien’s eyes were fixed on me; not a second of turning away. We’re like lovers who hold the most genuine feelings towards each other. A model having an affair with one of the strongest mafia bosses in the world. What could be pos

That’s the debt I’m paying. It’s been almost a month. Gayle called off her wedding to Carlos. She said the accident made her see clearly—she never loved him. Maybe the crash gave us all a brutal sort of clarity. I don’t know. I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear, a nervous habit, as Paul steps back to let me into the penthouse.

Hardy was devoted to her, so certain of their future together, that the idea of her hesitating would be unthinkable to him. But the truth was, she didn’t feel the same certainty. Because her heart belonged to someone else. And that someone else was Hardy’s father, Will. The thought of Will stirred a forbidden thrill within her, mingling with a deep, aching guilt. Their affair had begun as something reckless and impulsive, a spark that had ignited and consumed her before she even knew what was happening. Will was everything Hardy wasn’t—charismatic, worldly, and thrillingly unpredictable. With him, she felt alive in ways she hadn’t known were possible. But the reality was dangerous and messy,