African American Romance Novels & Stories

Amelia broke the heavy silence. “That’s an offensive word, Ms. Croft. The chemistry between Roman and me is natural. We I seated on the backseat of the seven-seater car. “I said what everyone felt in the party, Dr. Miller because Roman Storm’s romantic life is quite a talk among the folks.” She said. I could sense a smirk on her face while Dominic sat with no expression on his face. “Roman is the man who stood by my side when I needed someone. He’s my angel. And about falling in love, well it happened over time before we both realized.” I tried to lie smoothly and hoped she bought my story.

Still burning. Cameron had left just hours ago. They had barely spoken after he’d taken her against the bathroom wall, filling her with his release and then wiping her clean with her silk scarf. No affection. No hesitation. Only heat. They were past the point of flirting. Past teasing. Past hiding it well. The lies they told themselves were thinner now. This wasn’t an affair of convenience anymore. This was compulsion. This was addiction. And it was getting harder to hide.

"You dated outside of your race before you got married?" "Yea,I've dated a few Asians and Caucasians but I love me some chocolate though." "Oh,cool me too" "Why?" Aaron asked "Because it sounded like you only prefer Caucasian girls at first" "Nooo! Nothing is more attractive than our black women.I was just trying something out before I got married" "Oh,okay and to be honest I think I'm growing feelings for Sophia" Aaron smiles. "You're what?!" "Shhh! You'll get us in trouble" Jacob said chuckling as their manager popped out of nowhere.

The moon was full, giving off the right amount of light to reflect off his shiny blonde hair and piercing green eyes. Adonis said thoughtfully, "I've never dated anyone like you. Let me tell you my first experience with being in the direct company of an African American female for the first time in my life when I started working at my dad's company in England. I was sent to the USA to one of the branches, and that was my first time seeing a female that looked like her. She was also a beautiful girl, and we stared at one another. I was amazed; I waited for her to smile at me. And when she did, I felt my heart flutter out of surprise that a girl that looked like her would smile at me. I guess

The smell of new books has kept enticing a chunk of the population, albeit a smaller percentage, and mostly, people who buy from us are collectors, those who are too rich to spend money on things of the past–and that's what we offer: old, tanning books with worn out spines; a remnant of the past, a time when HarmonyMatch was never a thing. I man the register for a couple of old folks who got a stack of magazines. I smiled as they walked out the store, his hands on her shoulder, both smiling as they talked about their purchase. I thought about how they were Matched, whether they knew each other before the ceremony, if they were childhood sweethearts, or if they were familiar faces you see on

Zayden’s hand pumped Aaron’s cock in time with his thrusts, faster and harder until Aaron came first, spilling over his fingers with a broken cry. The sight and feel pushed Zayden over the edge seconds later, burying himself deep as he pulsed inside Aaron. They collapsed together, sweaty and spent, sharing lazy kisses as their heartbeats slowed. Zayden brushed damp hair from Aaron’s forehead, smiling against his lips. “Stay right here,” he whispered. The bedroom hummed with heat as Zayden and Aaron kissed deeply, tongues tangled and desperate. Aaron moaned into Zayden’s mouth, grinding against him. Clothes vanished quickly—shirts ripped off, pants shoved down.

It was already very late. When we walked out of the diner, the snow was falling harder, covering my car in a thick, white blanket. We quickly got into the car. I stared at Jax for a long time. "I meant what I said in the kitchen," I told him, pulling him into my arms. "I love you.” Jax wrapped his arms around my neck, burying his face in the crook of my shoulder. "I love you too, Liam. Just... try not to hit me into the boards tomorrow? My left side is starting to feel like a tenderized steak."

They moved into a new villa, but Nancy insisted on sleeping in separate bedrooms. "Lucas, although I've agreed to remarry you, emotionally I still can't fully forgive you," Nancy pretended to be sad, her eyes reddening as she spoke chokingly. "...I need some time to overcome this emotional barrier. I hope you understand." Though Lucas was quite unhappy inside, as the one who had cheated, he had no grounds to criticize his wife for being disgusted with him. So he could only force himself to appear magnanimous, saying gently, "Nina, I know you have a psychological aversion to impurity. I understand if you can't accept this right away, but I hope you realize my heart has always belonged to you.

Not with her, but with Africa, as pussycat’s fiancé joined op with them, on their way to the Serengeti. Sergio turned around and took a short vacation by his parent’s place, near Beira. By then he was totally convinced by the fact that all women are trouble. Especially to a man working in the wilderness. He saw that happening to many of his naturalist friends as well. Women somehow want to get married to a rugged man living in the African bush. Even call amans like that her own Africanbeast. Call him whatever. Fact is, they see the father of her babies in such a guys eyes whenever he makes love to her.

Resentment was deeply rooted in their hearts, ingrained in every breath they took, intertwining with their journey through life. They knew that suffering and anger would not easily fade away with a single apology. Realities and misunderstandings would forever remain as a chain of mysteries. Risk. A tremendous gamble. Velia and Lucas could have chosen to distance themselves as if they never knew each other. However, the love that grew between them had taken strong and deep roots in their hearts. There was no turning back. And even as they continued forward, destiny, with its whimsical ways, brought them back to the path they were meant to follow.