Ares Lovers Novels & Stories

Carl thought it was an excellent idea and went to buy it, so while he was doing that errand, I put music connected to the audio system, programmed with an iPod and from one moment to another, the different melodies began to spread throughout the apartment. I created a playlist that I named "Just Lovers". Every time I listen to it, I remember the day I showed it to Carl. I was dying of grief for the selection of songs, but he liked it, he liked that playlist so much, that we made love; a stimulus coming from one of the titles incorporated therein. Between songs from Hippie Sabotage, passing through Two Feet, until I reached —perhaps— the best of The Weeknd, I uncorked a beer and drank it whil

The hardening between his legs, the way his fangs elongated just from her scent, alerted him to just how inviting she was to him. She felt it to. The heavy scent of her arousal wafted towards him, pungent yet sweet. Ripples of desire washed over her flesh, cheeks flushing. Yet, she denied it. Of course she would. They had only just met. Being immortal, Malik had learned long ago that life was fleeting. It was best to simply take what you wanted, when you wanted it. But with Annabelle, Malik found himself unable to take what he desired from her. He ached to hear words of acceptance fall from her tongue. Until that moment, he would do nothing to break her.

In this uncharted territory of emotions and sensations, they explored each other's depths, uncovering the mysteries of their hearts. Their love-making was a symphony of passion and tenderness, a crescendo of emotions that echoed through the depths of Aqualeara. And as they clung to each other, Nerissa knew that this moment was a treasure to be cherished, a memory etched forever in the annals of their love story.

"Don't say that! You're the only person I love! I was only together with Madison because our families were a good match." He gripped my hands tightly. His voice was trembling when he said, "I like being cooped up in our little apartment with you, snacking on chips while we watch a movie together. I like cooking with you. I like holding your hand while we stroll along the streets. I… "The only person I love is you." Tristan's voice was thick with tears by the time he was done speaking. However, I simply looked at him coldly while peeling his fingers away from my hands.

Their love. Their choice.

“My car. Ten minutes. I want to feel you dripping my cum while I fuck you slow and tell you how much I love how you just stood up to my dad.” They skipped the rest of the day. In the back seat of the Rover, parked behind the abandoned warehouse two miles from school, Blake peeled her jeans down and slid inside her again—bare, messy from this morning, the wet squelch loud and filthy. He fucked her slow this time, deep rolls of his hips, eyes never leaving hers. “I love you,” he whispered against her mouth when she came, clenching around him like she never wanted to let go. “Not the hate part. Not the secret part. Just you. All of you.”

“And more to come.” In their bedroom, they climbed into bed, bodies fitting together as naturally as breathing. Brielle traced lazy circles on his chest. “Do you think we’ll ever stop being surprised by this life?” she asked. He kissed her forehead. “I hope not.” She closed her eyes, contentment washing over her. Enemies. Lovers. Partners. Parents. Home. As sleep pulled her under, Brielle knew—with a certainty as solid as the man holding her—that some love stories didn’t end.

At that, Reagan turned her head toward me and said tauntingly, "You see, Ruth? The one Zayne truly loves is me. You'll stay and experience hell on earth." Brad stood up slowly and walked over to Zayne. He patted Zayne's cheek like he was petting a dog. He snarled, "Leave? Young man, have you watched one too many movies? I said you could bring her so that you'll get to see your lover. I never said you could go." All color drained from Zayne's face. His lips quivered as he asked in a shaky voice, "Sir, that's not what we agreed on…"

The truth of her — the coiled creature of divine origin who slithered through war - torn ruins and whispered downfall into sleeping ears — curled herself like silk around Aria’s bare skin and melted in her softness. It always started when Aria was alone. The lovers — Elara, Selene, Nova, L••, I•••, Jules, C••••••••, Mae, P•••••, Lilith and her Haft Sister Athena — would leave the bed, their scents still heavy in the sheets, the echoes of moans still clinging to the air like incense. Aria would lie there, her body bare and glowing, flushed with the aftershocks of love.

“And now I will unmake everything you are.” John rose to one knee, dagger shaking in his grip. “Then you don’t know what love is.” He lunged forward. The shadows struck out like claws, but Saraphina appeared beside him, slamming her staff into the ground. A dome of silver light expanded outward, holding the shadows at bay for a moment. “You get one shot,” she shouted. “Touch her heart. If she’s still in there, she’ll respond.” He nodded and ran. The ground broke beneath his feet. The world blurred, but all he saw was Sarah. His Sarah.