Amish Romance Novels & Stories

“They’ll never own you again.” Ellie kissed her softly this time—no fire, just reverence. “You’re mine, Amy.” Amy held her gaze. “In this life and the next.” They lay in the water until it cooled, the room thick with the scent of rose, skin, and redemption and outside the door… the world still burned but in here, love was war and they had won.

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.

Amelia shudders exaggeratedly and then stops in front of a tall shelf labelled Contemporary Romance. She grins up at me mischievously. "Are you insinuating that I am not romantic enough for you?" I fold my arms over my chest, pulling a face. "Well, you could use some lessons." She says, laughing. "You will take that back right now." I play along, acting stern even though I want to throw my head back and laugh out loud. "You will have to make me." Amelia sidles up to me, face tilted up, eyes glittering mischievously. I am so in love with her, it makes no sense. My heart misses a beat as I inhale her sweet perfume up close.

"You are just being modest. But, girl, you are onto a medical breakthrough." "Let's talk about that later. Can I be with my man?" "Yes, you can." Dexter takes her hand. They walked around town holding hands; they even visited the mechanic shop, where she got her little red car repaired. After visiting the mechanic shop, the two went into the boutique to buy matching sweaters and other trinkets. Finally, they stopped at a lovely little cafe and had a good meal. "So, tell me again, baby, what are our plans when we leave this special little town, our special town?"

He inhaled with too much weight and he felt dizzy from the smell of alcohol on Theon's breath. "I waited this long to happen, wifey." He seems to be true to hcharcoal word it mentions. It was like needles that had pierced her heart and she couldn't stop crying. It hurts! “E-each night I’m hopelessly praying that maybe ... Maybe you could see me more than just a husband, that you love me too, that you also see my value. Because I, s-I love you so much Amara, ”his voice growled and there was no denying that it hurt so much.

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I offer her a comforting smile, "It's nice to meet you." "Are you enjoying the engagement party?" She asks. I nod, "Of course! I'm so excited to be here meeting you all." "I never thought Asher would meet such a nice girl like you," Amaris shocks me by saying. "What do you mean?" I question. Amaris fiddles with the end of her hair, "His last girlfriend left him without warning before he could propose to her. She wasn't very nice to the pack and never wanted to spend time with us," She looks sad, but smiles anyway,

His gaze held a mixture of gratitude and something deeper, a sentiment he seldom revealed. As she continued to dress his wounds, the room seemed to shrink, narrowing down to the unspoken connection between them. Raina, in your writing, delves into the complexities of their romance. The physical act of dressing wounds serves as a metaphor for the healing they find in each other amid the chaos of their lives. Let the readers feel the emotional nuances, the uncharted territory of love in the shadows.

Amelia’s POV The door to Asher’s bedroom closed behind us with a soft click, and for the first time that evening, the world outside felt distant. The argument from the gala, the tension with Killian, the weight of everything we had uncovered about Damian — it all faded as Asher pulled me into his arms. His hands were warm on my waist, sliding up my back as he kissed me slowly, deeply, like he was trying to erase the distance that had grown between us. I melted into him, my fingers threading through his dark hair, pulling him closer. The kiss deepened, tongues brushing, breaths mingling, until the need for air forced us apart for just a moment.

Astrid had met him when she had a second interview for the job and liked him right away, now she realized that she couldn't refuse, seeing that there is a strong scent of pheromones that attracts her. - As expected, - The girl said. “I still have a few boxes scattered here and there. - The girl said. - I know, you came from Pleasant’s Villa, isn't it? - This is a beautiful Amish colony that trades with the Delphos company, right? “He knew too much there. That colony is very different from Lovecraft County. - He said. - So, honey, are you missing the farms? - The man questioned her. - Sometimes, even if you're not missing the cleaner air, it's not hard to get used to the humidity here.