African American Romance Novels & Stories

One evening, as Alexander and Emma sat on the beach watching the sunset, he pulled her close. “Our story started with a contract,” he said. “Maybe theirs will too.” Emma kissed him softly. “Or maybe they’ll write something even better.” Their love had endured fifty years. It had survived scandals, rivals, children, and time itself. Now it watched proudly as a new generation prepared to discover that some contracts — the ones written by the heart — were the most binding of all. The Black legacy was not just wealth or power. It was passion. It was surrender. It was love that refused to end

She watched as the anxiety on his face vanish but there were still some embers of hope in his eyes. "I guess I'll just have to charm you then. I'll charm you into falling in love with me," Asher asserts, yet he was scared his words were dumb. He could be slick-tongued with the ladies when he wanted to, but he had no such luck with Joan. Still, he hoped his words carried over his emotions. This was all so confusing to Joan. She and Asher are in a contractual relationship which he initiated for selfish reasons. They are deceiving people through the camouflage of a fake romance. All that was enough for Joan to refuse his advances now that he wants an actual romance.

"You and I, are impossible." Noah's brows raised up slightly at her response, "Why? Why are we impossible? Aren't you single?" "I am." "So am I. I don't see a reason why two single people can't be together." "You don't know who I am after a decade," said Vivienne seriously. "Just after one encounter, you can't expect us to be together." "Some things don't need to be so complicated," was Noah's answer. "I think we had a good time together. And we might not know much about each others' experiences in these years, but our bodies certainly know each other very well after just one meeting."

Welcome to unedited Black book 3 of the Woods series. This book can be read independently. You can read it without adventuring into 'Married to a stripper'. I'll be extremely happy if those who haven't checked that book out do so. I hope you enjoy my works. Love you guys much much. Your humble author Zagzahzlau. ~••~ The Sunday night was frigid against unarmed skin in Buea--the city of legendary hospitality-- located in the southwest region of Cameroon.

Raphael, filthy, and incredibly mischievous. The thought of the discreet encounters they could have all day long makes her gasp for air. As Jannis's thoughts swirl with the limitless potential of their clandestine romance, her pulse beats with excitement. In response to Jannis's excitement, Jake chuckles softly. He gives her buttocks a good smack and squeezes them together. You're being quite mischievous, my dear. However, I adore it.

It hit the internet like wildfire. By dawn, the entire city was buzzing about the headline: "Billionaire Damien Cole in FAKE Romance? Leaked Contract Exposes Staged Relationship." Serena sat frozen in front of her laptop as the article was splashed across every major gossip site. The article came with a photocopy of the original contract, complete with her signature and Damien's. Bullet points were highlighted in red. "Duration: Three months minimum." "Public appearances required." "Emotional intimacy not guaranteed."

I replied immediately and he Cracked. "Don't worry. It's just first times. That's what it feels like" he said and I became bashful again. "You know, Bethel" he said more calmly. "At first, when this whole marriage stuff started, I had been really pissed off. I was so angry with everyone and even you and saw everything as a mistake. "But now, I'm certain it was destined and there couldn't be anyone more perfect for me. "I love you, Bethel". I felt my heart skip. My endocrine system vibrated.

"She's out to get me. She faked her death. She faked the whole dramatic exit. She'll show up once I've paid my dues." He clung to that belief. It was all he had. Even if the love he felt was nothing but a side effect of some drug. Even if that love had curdled into something dark. Nora was beside herself, crying next to him. Francis watched her, and after a long pause, a sly grin spread across his face. "Yeah, Natalie loved me. She'd come running back the second she heard I was off the market." Nora, eyes red and swollen, looked up at Francis on bended knee and heard him say softly, "Nora, let's go ahead with the wedding, okay?

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.”