African American Romance Novels & Stories

Now that she had Eric, she could tell the difference. Rebekah pulled away from Isaac’s embrace and smiled, knowing everything was as it should be. They weren’t meant to be together as a couple, but they meant too much to each other to be kept apart. She was really glad to see him, and that was okay. It wasn’t a betrayal of her feelings for Eric, because they weren’t the same feelings she had for Isaac. Realizing that was such a huge relief, she couldn’t help but beam at Isaac. “Tell me all about Africa,” she said and took a seat at the counter to listen to him talk about his adventures while he chopped vegetables for their salad. Her admiration grew as he told her about all the people he’d h

He asked. “You’re a great listener. Whenever something is bothering me, you are willing to listen and understand. You always comfort me, which makes me feel secure and protected. Unlike the other guys I dated, you care for me for me and not my royalty or money or looks. Lastly, I love how you are supportive of African-Americans. Even though you take things to an extreme and questionable level, I’m glad you are always there to help stop police brutality and racism. Also you’re really damn handsome and sexy.” She mentioned.

If we didn’t sleep with each other, there’d be something wrong with us. At the first locker was Rashid, a fine-looking African American man with coffee-colored skin and short, curly black hair. He made no apologies for having grown up in wealth and privilege on Martha’s Vineyard, and had been sailing almost as long as he has been walking. He was the captain of a private yacht moored at the Miami Beach Marina.

“It’s a figure of speech. For a human, one was white and the other black.” “Oh.” She grinned. “This is an interracial romance.” Maddox chuckled. “That’s one way to look at it.” She read some more. “Together they spun magic that no other witches could make. And when they made love, they did so above a lotus-covered lake, floating, suspended in the air. A mist crept about. Those two clung to their love—with the world shut out.” He leaned back in the chair, completely captivated with her reading.

Anthony removes his jacket, and walks over and gently places it over River's back, surprising him. "Oh." River smiles up at him. "Thank you." "You're welcome." Anthony steps beside River, and looks out at the valet stand, where a young, spruce African American moves around the side of a silver BMW sports car. "So let me guess, James Bordeaux is the ex from that relationship you just got out of." "Was it that obvious?" River passes him a glance, but stares ahead of him again a second later. "You could slice the tension with a blunt knife." Anthony muses and River smiles besides himself. "I understand though. It took me a minute to get over my divorce, but it was something I needed to do."

she replied. "Well, Umma does say that marriage is sometimes like a roller-coaster, with its highs and lows," Afrah said. "But I'm sure you and Ibrahim were meant to be." "Aww, look at you talking about love like you actually believe in it," Amina laughed. Afrah threw her a death glare, but she paid no attention to it. "You haven't spoken about Kano since you returned." "Hm?" "Don't act dumb with me, Afrah," she scoffed. "How was it?"

Roman's eyes lock onto mine. He gaze is soft, and gentle. "I promise to love and cherish you," Roman vows. His voice trembling. My heart aches for what could've been. If only....... If only he hadn't blackmailed me. If only he hadn't hurt me. "I promise to love and cherish you," I echo empty words, hollow promise. The officiant smiles. "By the power vested in me. I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bribe" Roman's lips brush mine, gently and respectful but I feel nothing.

Have been cracking my brain to remember his face,,, even his voice seems disappearing in my head. I'm forgetting things lately,,, sometimes I will forget what brought me to the kitchen, sometimes I will feel like crying... No one to comfort me. Ayden has been on a business trip in Africa, Somalia to be precise. Austin only comes once in a while and his wife Marietta, she's someone I will love to have around me. But her schedules are always tight... Not her first time canceling her schedules just to spend a day with me. I shut my eyes, while in the pool...

"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.”