Novel & Cerita African American Romance

Was it too obvious that I was feeling something special and different for that wolf girl? "Jake, do you think I would end up falling in love with a shewolf? You think I would betray my own people and mingle with the same set of people who didn't only betray us but also brought misery and destruction to our land?" I asked calmly, looking straight at him as I waited for a response. Maybe since he had studied me almost all his life, he would be able to give me the correct answer to this. He took a deep breath, then drew closer to where I sat. He wrapped his arm over my shoulder and let out a smile.

They kissed longer, slowly, Dennis let go of his lips on her, their eyes stuck together, none of them said a word to each other and it felt like their whole body was drawn together by a divine force none of them could explain. Cassandra didn't want Dennis to stop kissing her, she felt so alive watching him with her eyes, her heart entangling with his. She wanted more or his lips on hers, her body melted immediately he kissed her and she wanted to feel it again. The sound of the door bell brought them back to reality. Cassandra quickly remembered her pizza order. "I will get it" she said to Dennis and walked towards him with shaky legs. She opened the door, looked at the delivery guy who just

Running his fingers over the wet lace at the apex of her legs. Janiya wiggles underneath Zane, giving a glimpse of what’s to come—using one hand to push the fabric aside and the other to explore and feel her moist, smooth center. Her entire body is blazing with fire as Hane touches and caresses her most intimate area. They were from two separate worlds, yet when they came together in bed, it never mattered that he was Chinese and famous, and she was an intelligent, kind-hearted, and normal African American woman. Wrapping a hand around his maleness, she stroked him expertly until he was thick and stiff. Mutual love, pleasure, and passion were their only concern. Looking up at him, no man had

Once again, I’m writing a story to honor the request of a reader! A little over a year ago, Ms. Ciara Townsend wrote to me: “My best friend and I are avid readers, and my favorite books usually have white lead characters and black minor characters, and they’re usually quite ghetto. It’s a little discouraging when all of the couples are with people of the same race when there are so many mixed people in the world. I would love an interracial romance, especially when there are so many people that don’t believe in it.”

The slaves gasped at my endurance, and I refused to lower the other knee. "Princess Miatta, isn't it? I have heard a lot about you and your legendary stubbornness, but alas, even your pride and your coward of an Alpha could not save your pack from our own hands. I promise to break you until you learn to respect your betters, until you will voluntarily kiss my feet whenever I am in your presence. "Never!" I swore, and I raised my head to meet her eyes. You may beat me up, torture me, but you can never break my spirit. I am a proud daughter of the household of the Black Fur Pack, and neither you nor your alpha can teach me any manners. "

His eyes sparkled with a mix of tenderness and admiration. “I am grateful for you, Jonathan.” I confessed, my voice carrying my love and appreciation. Jonathan’s gaze never wavered from mine, his voice resonating with deep sincerity. “And I am grateful for you, my Angel. You’ve brought light and purpose into my immortal existence.“ Our words hung in the air, intertwining with the rustle of leaves and the gentle sway of the swing. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a soft glow across the landscape, Jonathan leaned in and captured my lips in a tender kiss. It was a kiss that spoke volumes, conveying our deepest emotions and the unbreakable bond we shared.

“It’s your money. I don’t want to depend on you like…” “Like what? A charity case?” He rose, the movement fluid but charged, his chair scraping back. “That’s not what I meant. I love you,” she said, whirling to face him, her brown eyes flashing. “But I did not sign up for a sugar daddy. I want a partnership.”

Adia pleaded but Cora was still hesitant. "For Addison please" Cora was already tired from all of Adia's constant pleading, she signed heavily before agreeing, just a phone call. "Alright I'll do it" she reluctantly said as Adia hugged her and patted her. "I know you'll thank me later, when you guys are finally together" Adia sounded convinced while Cora rolled her eyes. 'Thankfully it's never gonna happen' vampires never take relationships seriously, they love toying around with people's emotions. And whenever they love a person they're always committed to their love,so most of them just prevent it.

"But at the last minute, whenever he's coming near you, you are supposed to run away!" "And why are you getting so angry at me?" "Because that son of a bitch touched you!" I yelled. "Oh come on man, do you really have to call me son of a bitch?" Ryan said from behind and I ignored him. 💊 Jasmine's POV 💊 I couldn't stop myself from staring at Alex. He continues to amaze me. The rest of the journey was silent and hours later, the pilot announced that we are landing on Afghanistanian ground. "I can't believe we are really doing this" I said.

If I could meet him again, I will gladly let him rocked his hips against mine. It wasn't my first wild night, frankly, it was one of the many nights I spent going to the club. But it was the first time ever I had sex with a stranger in a club's restroom. I definitely would feel ashamed if I ever get to meet him again, but I wouldn't be ashamed if I get to meet him at the club again. But anywhere else would be a complete disaster, he wouldn't know I was totally heartbroken that night. I don't regret the sex, if I have another chance I would do it over a million more times.