Aromantic Spectrum Novels & Stories

Aromo got off the bed and walked towards the window, opening the curtains slightly and asked the bandit without turning to look at him, "What is your name, what do you do and who are those men with you inside the barroom? "My name is Ralf, I'm the leader of a group of bandits and some of them are those in the barroom" Ralf answered these questions without looking up at her, still staring down at the bed where be was seated on, wondering what was wrong with his medulla oblongata. He sighed heavily and hit his forehead with the lower part of his left palm, attempting to help himself regain his sanity and this time he wanted a situation whereby he would get off the bed and of the room at once b

"Sir Amaris, you don't seem to get me do you? I can't take you home with me! How will I explain it to my grandma? And not forgetting that you are a…" "…beast? Miss Arya, I'm not disputing the fact that I'm a bit different from you but you can't just keep calling me a beast!" Amaris said, his imperial aura that he had tried so hard to hide slightly peeking out. He was so tired of being called a beast. Contrary to people's beliefs, although he was a wolf he couldn't accept being called a beast. Arya who didn't expect Amaris's change in behavior was speechless for a few seconds.

He admitted to himself that he was truly in the wrong, entirely to blame. "Sob... and so what? Your wife is with Arthur. By now, he’s probably pinned her down on the bed countless times. He’s got incredible stamina, you know." Andrea threw the truth back at him with biting sarcasm. If it weren't for his workaholic nature and his tendency to take life too seriously—to the point of being completely unromantic—his performance in bed would actually be considered magnificent. The problem was that he rarely did it. That was exactly what had driven her to seek her own pleasure outside the home. ​

His lips were thin, curved into a permanent, smug smirk that promised nothing good and hinted at everything he shouldn't want. Nathan carried an energy that was palpably wrong - dark, negative, suffocating. He smelled faintly of expensive cologne, but there was a metallic undertone to it, like iron, that made the back of Matilda's neck prickle. He had the air of someone who believed the world existed for his amusement, that every woman's discomfort was merely entertainment. He was the kind of man who could charm, but only to manipulate. Every gesture, every word, seemed coated in danger. He thrived on control, intimidation, and fear, and his intentions were as transparent as ice yet as cold

“I wouldn’t make those kinds of statements about their relationships. They get a little defensive.” “Sorry.” I mumble, raising my hands in surrender. “We understand,” Aurora says, her inviting personality relaxing my anxious nerves. “Our relationship isn’t conventional, and not seen within most packs.” “Because they force us into becoming rogues, or choosing.” Roman grumbles, or at least I think it’s him, I still cannot tell them apart. “To answer, your question.” Aurora groans, bringing the conversation back on track. “Yes, I am mated to both men, but they’re not mated to each other.”

I mutter, my chest hurting for Amaris's loss. "Because of what happened?" He asks after a moment. Before I can answer, he speaks again. "How? It isn't easy for us wolves to die. Someone who wasn't raised with a pack wouldn't know how to weaken oneself enough to be able to take their own life." "If what I suspect is true," I start, then get up to shut the door. After sitting back down, I continue. "I don't believe that they had gotten their wolves before he took his own life. Yesterday was Amaris's first time shifting."

I look up hearing a sigh and see Merlos placing her glass down on a nearby table. “I will never understand this yearning you all have for romance and affection. It all sounds so complex and frustrating,” she says with genuine confusion and mild disgust. “You know they have a word for people like you now.” “Bitch is hardly a new word,” she scoffs. “No, I was going to say aromantic,” I correct her. She looks at me offended, “There is absolutely nothing romantic about me. I detest the very concept.” I shake my head, “There are humans, who – much like you – experience little or no romantic attraction to people. They feel love, but the idea of romance or affection is not of interest to them. They

he said, smiling. I put on a fake smile for him. I'm not sure I can trust him. Actually, I don't trust anyone except myself because most people nowadays are imposters. And maybe one of the people I met one day isn't a human at all. Maybe they're werewolves, and I can't trust anyone but myself. "You're so sweet, but no thanks. Don't worry about me. I can handle my problem on my own and it's not a big deal. It's just my problem can't be removed."

“No…“ I lie in embarrassment and close the blinds before she can reach me. We get in bed with all the snacks up in our laps and N*****x is ready to stream on my iPad. As we are browsing and mulling over what to watch, I say, “You said you wanted to tell me something.” She nods. “But can I ask you something first?” “Yeah...” “How different are your feelings this time... with this girl?” It’s Romantic & Sexual altogether. When I first stumbled upon Ace Spectrum. I frantically tried to figure out where I fit in. It was a relief to figure out I was not alone. For a long time, I was sure I was asexual-romantic. But Natalie changed that.

Aria’s POV His eyes turn to me. He walks a bit closer. “How's your therapy with my best friend going?” His voice carries no emotion. I don't answer right away. “Look, I honestly don’t mind,” he says casually, his voice is still calm. “Lucien’s aromantic anyway. He doesn’t have romantic feelings for anyone.” He shrugs like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “He doesn’t give a damn about relationships,” he continues without a trace of hesitation.