African American Romance Novels & Stories

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. "

“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.”

Juicy is the first person that ever saw him and damn but he missed her. He smiled. "She's a hairdresser and a really good one, the best in the town. I've seen her working fourteen plus hour days. And she's been hurt recently." He sighed. "I took care of her, and now we're taking care of each other…which is what love is about. Juicy is black. And where we live in Cincinnati, there is still some racism, mostly against me. They still call me 'that white man' even after all of this time. But I don't mind that, as long as neither of us sees color, and we don't."

Love, she decided, was not for women who sacrificed too much. Until Taram. She did not pursue him the way her heart urged. She was an African woman. Women like her did not ask men out. Dignity mattered. Reputation mattered. Other fellowship members looked up to her, measured their lives against hers. She would not be careless with her heart or her image. But love, she discovered, did not respect careful plans. Her feelings grew restless. She wanted to be where Taram was. She cooked for him when she could, bringing meals wrapped carefully in foil.

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I had to survive; I had no other choice. But the world has a way of laughing at the best-laid plans. As I walked into the office on the twentieth floor, surrounded by glass walls, he was there. Ethan Blackwood. The man I had loved so much with my heart. The man I had walked away from. The man I had betrayed… or at least, he thought so. And the man I was now working for.

Beth had never understood how people described falling in love as being set on fire until she met Dr. Melvin Carter. With him, it was as if her very soul had been doused in gasoline and lit with a match—every glance, every touch, every word between them sparked something electric. Their romance had unfolded in a whirlwind: late-night conversations that bled into early sunrises, laughter echoing through her tiny apartment, the pure joy of finding someone who seemed to see her, truly see her, and want her all the same. It was so different from being with Dominique, who was always trying to change who she was on the inside and especially on the outside.

God, it was an aesthetic. “I always wondered what it looked like,” Amelia smirked a little at me, the hardness of her demand falling away to be replaced by her usual playfulness. “This guy is gonna take some work.” She lowered her lips back to the head of my cock, kissing it messily while maintaining eye contact with me, her grey irises locked onto my expression. Again, her pale pink lips and white skin contrasting with the dark brown of my cock was more of a turn-on than I ever thought it could have been. I’d married a black woman, and other than Jane I’d only ever dated another black girl and a Hispanic girl. I’d never been with a white woman before, and I wasn’t much of a porn watcher.

“Like it’s just another war you have to control.” “It is.” “No,” she said firmly. “It stopped being just that the moment you kissed me.” Silence. Deep. Heavy. Unavoidable. “And now?” she asked. His breath slowed. “Now it’s complicated.” Nyra almost laughed—but there was no humor in it. “Complicated?” she repeated. “That’s what you’re calling this?” “What do you want me to call it?” She didn’t hesitate. “Real.” The word settled between them like something fragile and dangerous.

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.