Amish Romance Novels & Stories

Aliana's POV I gaped, craning my neck to look up at him. This was a joke, right? Even the most dedicated Amish people didn’t move this fast in a relationship. But there was nothing but the most genuine sincerity in his eyes… “On my honor,” he said gently, and kissed my forehead. “When you spilled your blood on my altar, we bonded. You spoke my name and completed the pact.” He grinned, that cockiness back in his tone that was sort of growing on me. “You’ve even taken my seed, little Muse. There’s no escaping me.” I opened my mouth to tell him to go fuck himself--- but he caught me off, by sealing his lips over mine.

she asked lightly. “Yes.” “Romantic.” His gaze flicked up briefly. “Hold still.” He rolled her sleeve carefully. The graze ran along her upper arm, shallow but angry. “It’s nothing,” she said. “It’s not nothing.” His fingers were steady as he cleaned the wound. But his breathing wasn’t. She noticed. “You’re shaking,” she said quietly. “I’m not.” “You are.” He stopped moving. For one second. Then continued. “I don’t react well,” he said evenly, “when people I care about are shot.”

Louise smirked “Its been a while, darling that we met again. I guess we are destined to be together “ and he suddenly held her two hands and kissed her hand as he gave an prince impression towards her. Girls at side became envious and mad towards Loki. “ Wait! You misunderstood guys! I don’t know him! “ Loki sighed and kept her awkward face. "Louise, can you please sit down now?" Their professor interrupted Louise and their class going to started. "AL righty, Sir!" Louise sat down as he placed his elbow on the table and his eyes kept flirting at Loki. He reached his hand over to her, giving a letter saying "thank you for saving me, my darling"

Her nagging ailment was soon gone. She opened the window and called out to him. Liam looked up and smiled at her. Liam climbed the trellis and entered her room through the window. They hugged each other tightly, both of them relishing in the feeling of finally being together. As soon as Liam entered the room, Penelope threw herself into his arms and they locked in a passionate kiss. Their lips met with a fierce intensity, both of them hungry for the other's touch. Penelope wrapped her arms around Liam's neck, pulling him closer as he deepened the kiss. Their tongues met, exploring each other's mouths as they lost themselves in the moment.

"What spell did Hannah put you under for you to do her bidding here? You have just come of age, right? She has no shame for seducing a man your age!" Her insults were horrible, and Zach could not stand listening to them. He flushed and shouted, "You are the shameless homewrecker here. Don't assume that everyone is like you. Mrs. Winchester isn't shameless and sinful like you." "Look at how protective you are of her. As expected of a young lover," Amanda said sarcastically. "It's a shame you aren't as powerful and rich as Darren Winchester. So what if you like her? Does she even look at you?"

“Amelia died seven years ago, the night you rejected her and cast her out. The woman you see today…she was reborn from those ashes. Her name is Cassia Wrenmoor. You should stop calling her Amelia.” “She never told me she hated the name,” Aiden said softly. “In fact, she smiles when I call her Amelia. She’ll always be Amelia to me. My Amelia.” A snarl rumbled inside Damien, his wolf clawing to be unleashed. He clenched his jaw so hard it ached, forcing himself to stay calm. “She is married to me,” Damien said, his voice trembling with suppressed rage. “Mated to me. I am saying this peacefully, but if you push me…it will get bloody. Stay. Away. From. My. Wife.”

He never gave her money to glam up, but he wanted her to glam up. When I got to the bus stop, I brought out my phone to order for a uber. I always sat at the bus stop to order a ride. While I wait for my ride, I enjoyed the beautiful busy view of my small town. Greentown was name after the beautiful gardens that was almost everywhere in the town.

When Grace Danvers saw Jaime Martínez for the first time since he’d rejected her advances, she almost fell out of a window. Before her near defenestration, Grace had been having a fairly good day. It was lovely and warm for November, as two days prior it had been in the thirties, while now it was edging into the upper sixties by mid-morning. Grace had forced herself to go to the vineyard, River’s Bend, that morning to drop off a cell phone charger for her brother Adam, who was the vineyard’s owner. River’s Bend had just hosted its first wedding and was currently working to expand into events after it was hit with three bad years of harvest.

Damon asked making Asher frown. "Huh?" Asher asked. "Yes... I told you in the morning that do not contact Kylie... But you did... What did you do?" Damon asked and Asher nodded his head stepping back from him. "Brother..." Damon cut off Asher before he spoke. "Asher, I'm being serious. Whatever it is... I'm married to Riya. She is my Wife now! I've kept the past behind me and moved on... Got it?" Damon asked and Asher nodded slowly at him with one of his hand in his pocket while his other hand held his whiskey glass.

The handwriting was neat but feminine with looping letters that spoke of care. Her throat tightened as she began to read. “To my dearest little Esme, If you’re reading this, it means a rainy day has found its way into your heart. I’m sorry I can’t be there to hold you through it, to make you hot chocolate with extra marshmallows and tell you silly stories until you laugh.