Anime 18 Romance Novels & Stories

~ Anyssa’s Pov ~ I stood up, and Ronan immediately carried me. I squealed, wrapping my legs around his waist as he held my ass and took me up to the room. We kissed as we walked to my bedroom door. Kissing him was amazing. I moaned into his mouth as he pulled at my bottom lip. I hurriedly tugged at his shirt while struggling with his tie. He chuckled and opened the bedroom door. “In a hurry now, are we?”

"This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself." Nanny laughs, clearly enjoying this way too much. "Oh, Isa. You’re making it sound like it’s the worst thing in the world. Just imagine it—a forbidden workplace romance, secret glances, and the tension! Oh, how thrilling! The babysitter and the boss. You’ve already got the perfect setup." I glare at her. "Nanny, stop. He’s my boss, and he has a child. A cute child, by the way, who is clearly going through something. I’m not about to entertain any fantasies about him."

It was easier to let people assume the worst than to show them how messed up I really was. But Lila? She didn't know any of that. She thought this whole thing was a terrible business deal. She thought I was using her family’s problems to corner her. If only she knew the truth. If only she knew I’d had a massive, hopeless crush on her for three whole years. She probably didn't even remember the first time we met. It was at a small, packed cafe downtown. I’d cut my finger on a sharp metal menu, and I was bleeding everywhere. Before I could move, this gorgeous, tough girl with bright eyes rushed over, grabbed a napkin, and gently cleaned the cut for me, talking fast to keep me distracted.

Hannah raised her hand and opened the gift box, revealing a card and a property certificate. "At 18, you have blossomed into an elegant young woman. May you find a haven of your own, a refuge from life's storms. May your financial burdens be light and your days filled with joy, free from the weight of trivial concerns." Darren held her close, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "Hannah, I love you." Tears blurred Hannah's vision as she covered her mouth. Material possessions and money might seem mundane, but at 18, these gifts were most fitting and comforting for her.

The romance becomes a beautiful fire. His cockhead nudges my entrance. The pressure builds. My pussy pulses with readiness. Wet heat invites him inside. He pauses. His forehead rests against mine. Our breathing mingles together. Love and lust intertwine in this one perfect moment. The slide in feels imminent. The romance blazes bright. It promises so much more.

And that lion was none other than Andrew. The young man's kisses descended, on her neck, shoulder her breast when she heard loud knocks on the door. That is when what they were doing stopped. Lana even laughed when she heard the hanging growl that Andrew let out. "I'll see you tonight, okay?" he said, kissing her on the lips again a little while later. Lana smiled nervously. "All right," she replied then followed by the gaze of the young man who as Romeo jumped from the veranda. “Lana! Lana!” Rodge's voice pulled her back to reality. Hastily opening the door, she greeted her friend. “Why are you taking so long? I've been knocking here for ages?”

"Says the eighteen year old hanging out with sixteen year olds. Seriously, dude? Don't you have cooler things to do? Like using your AAP candidacy card to literally get anything you want?" Roman's eyes fixed on me and his mouth pulled into a smile. "My Lady is right here, where else would I rather be?" Chris rolled his eyes. "Gag!" Kat yelled. She picked up her cards. "Could we please finish this lame game so that I can drag Crystal shopping with me?" I wasn't really paying attention to Kat. I was too busy smiling like a goofy idiot at what Roman had just said. What can I say? I was sixteen and in love.

"Even if I hate it. You're fucking mine." The dark, possessive words pushed me over the edge. With a loud, broken cry, my body shattered into a million pieces, climaxing violently around his length as the mate bond flooded my brain with paralyzing pleasure. A second later, Kael let out a deafening roar. He drove his hips forward one last, brutal time, burying himself to the hilt. His Lycan knot swelled instantly at the base, locking our bodies together as he released his hot, thick seed deep inside my womb, claiming my biology in the most primal way possible.

"I was talking about that one! Room 143!" "Room 143?" I looked at him again and he looked so pissed. "What does it have to do with us when we are at the abandoned building?" He sighed heavily before pushing me off the bed. "Go. I can't talk to you anymore. You're so slow." As soon as he said that, I finally and miraculously figured out what he wanted to say. He's using the number 143 as a way to say I LOVE YOU since I am 1 letter, Love consists of 4 letters, and You consists of 3 letters.

It was a promise to love and protect, to cherish and nurture the flame that burned brightly in our hearts. A surge of passion and desire ignited between us. The air crackled with an electric energy, and I could feel the intensity building as our lips drew closer. Unable to resist the magnetic pull, our mouths met in a searing, passionate kiss. It was a union of souls, a melding of two hearts that beat as one. Our tongues danced in a passionate rhythm, exploring the depths of each other's desires. He bit my lips and sucked my blood from them, grabbing my hair.