Arcanum Romance Novels & Stories

Shane said, frowning slightly. "He came up to me and started saying a lot of rubbish about how he knew I wanted him and I was sending mixed signals, I told him I wasn't interested a couple of times" Athena explained, her face pale "Even after I said no, he still tried to force himself on me; somewhere along the line during our struggle, I managed to push him away, and that's when he became angry and began acting crazy," "I really want to kill this Adam guy, how the fuck will he try that in your uncle's house?" Austin asked, his tone confused, as if he was trying to figure out why he would do such a thing to Athena.

As for what else I'm certain of; it's going to be a teen romance. I'm working on it, and have drafted up a short blurb already. Enjoy. Blurb: 'There was a popular, preconceived notion about the devil's appearance. Some thought he had molten red scales and giant black horns. I thought he had pale white hair and arctic blue eyes. I thought the devil was Dane Foster.' _ To get more updates on it and my other books, do follow me on my socials.♥ See you in the next book!

The woman who was just sitting there in a silent protest earlier was now eating the lobster with her head lowered, as if she could not hear his conversation with Serena. Christina did not care but Ariel could not do the same. The latter felt unexpectedly furious upon seeing the adulterous couple displaying affection in public. “President Larson, Miss Garcia, a toast to everlasting happiness for the both of you!” She replaced their glasses with bigger ones before filling them to the brim. “Thanks for your wishes. I’m sure Michael and I will live happily ever after.” Serena lifted the glass to take a tiny sip. “But I’m not a good drinker so I can only take a few sips.”

The echoes whispered secrets of a cosmic romance, a tale that unfolded not just in the realms of the present but echoed through the corridors of time. The Sanctum of Echoes held not only the mysteries of cosmic forces but the nuanced threads of love that wove through the destinies of those who dared to navigate its intricate pathways. And as the guardians approached the nexus, the cosmic resonance of Elysia and Malachi hinted at a romance that transcended the boundaries of the known and ventured into the uncharted realms of the heart.

The once sweet romance was ruined for them after she showed her intentions and played him. The mating ceremony was soon done and everybody scattered to enjoy the food. Since it wasn't an Alpha King's wedding, the simplicity was explained. I saw Aramis talking to some old werewolf counselors, who were invited and a smile crept over my lips. "You are happy today, but what tomorrow brings you will be a mystery and a lesson to everyone who dares separate the lovers," Joce sneaked up on me while her gaze was fixated on her daughter, who hadn't smiled a bit.

I shivered as his hands cupped my breasts, thumbs circling my hard nipples. “You’re still such an arrogant prick,” I whispered, but I arched into his touch. My pussy was already dripping, aching for him after weeks of tense meetings where we fucked in secret between arguments. Ronan pushed me back onto the bed and stripped quickly, his thick cock springing free, heavy and veined. “And you’re still a stubborn little brat who gets wet arguing with me.” He climbed over me, spreading my legs wide and rubbing his cockhead up and down my slick folds. “Tell me you want this.”

It was just one night that I submitted to her seduction. Oh my God, that pussy was so sweet, as a fucking nectar, I just couldn't resist. And now what? I am cursed to be a beast for eternity. People are dying because I was too weak to resist dipping my bloody wick in the illegitimate daughter of Noosha and Arcanus. Arcanus is more or less harmless. He is a warlock king from the Thessalian tribe of Lapiths in Larissa.

Aunt Cecille laughed at me, “I can double the price and still pay it, just give the gown to my daughter!” And the manager said, “No, we cannot do that to Mr. Arman Romano’s fiancee.” Aunt Cecille’s face pale as she heard Arman’s name and glared at me, “Did I just hear it right? You’re marrying ARMAN ROMANO?!”

I crossed my arms and glared at her until she smirked and leaned forward. “Ida will be working at the company from now on. She will go back with you two and the plan my uncles have is to build romance between the heirs of their family businesses. It is either Anthony marries you or her at the end of it all. Who knows.”

The king of the Lycan just grinned a sharp-toothed grin at Archer, his red eyes gleaming. “Listen to me,” Ariadne said softly. Archer looked down at her, his heart racing so hard. “Of course,” he said softly. “Is there a plan is-” He froze. He couldn’t hear her thoughts. When had that changed? “Wait, Ari-” “I, Ariadne Sinclaire, reject you…” She looked up at him, her eyes hard. Pain shot through his chest at her words. His lungs felt like they were on fire. The rejection ritual had begun.