Army Romance Novelas e Histórias

I muttered a thank you to him as he starts up the car. "No need to thank me Samantha, tonight you will be my women and it's only my duty to open doors for you. Treat you like a queen you are." He used the hand that wasn't holding the steering wheel to hold mine and place a kiss on it. I giggled out loud like an high school girl. Who knew my romoe was actually a real life Romeo ,he has being behaving so romantic since yesterday and I am loving this side of him. It new and loving. I wish this night could never end.

The two of them had never played together before but they fell in sync with one another’s rhythm almost immediately! Goodness! “I certainly didn’t expect this from Young Master Henderson and Christina! These two make such a romantic couple!” Young Master Lewis’s jaw dropped in exaggeration. However, he shut his mouth immediately upon sensing the deathly glare from Michael. Christina turned to look at Matthew as the last note was played and the latter returned the gaze with affection in his eyes. The two of them looked into each other’s eyes for a long time before he suddenly hugged her, locking his lips with hers before she could react.

Sergeant Kane, a battle scarred 36 years old beast of a man, runs his platoon with iron discipline. Private Ryan, a 22 years old cocky and stunning recruit, keeps pushing his every boundary. What starts as brutal correction quickly explodes into raw, secret dominance and desperate need. The taboo runs deep... rank, age, the constant risk of getting caught in a military environment where one wrong moan could end both their careers. Expect sweat soaked uniforms, late night barracks fucks, punishing drills that turn filthy, and real combat missions where adrenaline feeds their hunger.

We will follow the army and camp along the way at villages so you can explore them, my love,’ he says. ‘I thought you wanted to keep me safe here at the castle during the war?’ I ask in confusion. ‘Well, there has been a change of plans, and nothing will happen to you while you are under my protection.’ He says with a grin. Hesitant, I nod. We arrive at the war fields. The army erupts with a roar and cheers at my presence. The army has wagons packed with tents, weapons and food. The soldiers are all in rows of lines, ready to march. It’s a large army of around thirty-five thousand men. There are some horses saddled and ready waiting for us. There is one particular horse I approach. She is be

The sound of thousands of steel swords being sheathed and heavy iron boots stomping on the hard dirt echoed through the darkness like thunder. Alexander stood at the head of the army on his massive white warhorse, wearing polished silver steel armor that caught the early morning light. Beside him rode Duke Raymond, Torin, Clara, and High Chieftain Bryn. Amelia stood near the lead supply wagon, holding baby Arthur close to her heart, wrapped in a thick bear-fur cloak. She looked up at Alexander, her dark eyes filled with pride, love, and a prayer for his safety. Alexander reined his horse around, looking down at her. He leaned down from his saddle, pressing his hand against her cheek one last

she added bleakly. “The love you speak of is the stuff of childish fairytales,” Armel told her impatiently. “A successful marriage has its roots in friendship, mutual respect, and common goals… In our case, the desire to bring our son up in a happy family environment.” “Oh, Armel… There’s more to marriage than a… clinical contract,” Harley argued fiercely. “You mean passion? I don’t foresee any problems on that score, do you, chérie?” He moved over her with lightning speed, crushing her beneath him as he claimed her mouth in a statement of pure possession. Armel forced his tongue between her lips in a flagrantly erotic gesture, probing, exploring, demanding a response that she was unable to

She was pretty, but she kept bowing her head, as if she's trying so hard to disappear into the shadows. Meanwhile, the man wore a general's uniform with dozens of medals pinned on it. Judging by his arrogant stance and condescending tone, he did not earn those medals. I smiled tightly. "Ah, pardon my manners. I'm Duke Anton Fontaine of Michestershire. I thought you would have known me, but clearly you didn't take the time to memorize the faces of your soon-to-be family?" He tsked, but held his hand out to me and looked like I should be grateful to be in his presence.

How I met him was quite a meet-cute, never have I been in a relationship this passionate. He was everything and supported me, he gave me all I ever asked for. Since I first met him at the club, where I turned from a waitress to a striper, he had always hovered around me. He made me felt special, I could see his love for me in his eyes. We never had any problems, just small irrelevant arguments. I have been dreaming about the day he would propose to me, to be sincere, I have never been this patient in my life.

"Jasmine, in case I tell you that I like you and I want you to be my special someone to love. Will there be anyone who might get mad?" She stand up for the serious question but she took a wrong step so he slowly fell down. Inadvertently Jake pulled her hand away. As she turned back facing the soldier she lost her right balance again in her stance and sank into Jake's chest. She got more turned on to inhaled Jake's fragrant scent. As it was a very neat man she ever knew. It has been exposed to the heat of the sun and is sweating but its fragrant smell remains. One of Jasmine's favorite things about a man is being physically clean. This handsome yet clean body thrill factor that Jake has. She

My heart fluttered at his words. I closed the distance between us while Aria still clung tightly to his legs, and the boys slowly backed away. Adrian’s hands wrapped around my waist, pulling my body against his. I couldn’t hold back the smile that slipped out, my cheeks turning crimson as we locked eyes. “Hey, beautiful,” he murmured, his voice doing something dangerous to my heart. Before I could even respond, he pressed his lips against mine. “Ewwwwww!” the boys groaned.